"He continued. "It was pretty expensive all that we did for you. We arenot rich people. I think you should be grateful."Philip and Juan sat there stew...ng over my ingratitude. I did not knowwhat to think. I felt terrible that I was not more grateful. As myattitude adjusted, they became more complacent. The banter in the carturned to reveal my results at the month's end. I have to admit I wascurious myself. I did not know why my lips felt so funny.By them having me get implants, my breast. She luxuriated in her new mastery of him, in this new and most intimate knowledge of a side of her husband he had never before exposed. It was fun, riding him, holding him down, pinning him into place with her strong thighs.She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch and guided it to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here, Bill--use your pinkie--feel the little ring? Yes--oh yes, right there, baby. That's what Chuck did to me once--shoved the end of his finger in there while he was. Before I could react, James moved in and locked his lips with mine. Igasped - after all, this was the first form of intimate contact I'd feltfrom a male as a female. He didn't just top there, though - he began toforce his tongue into my mouth and I felt his saliva mix with mine when hegave my own tongue a quick lick before withdrawing."That's a start," he said, a gob of saliva dribbling down my lips.I was feeling almost dazed from their sexual aggression, and barelynoticed as they forced me on. She knew I would never refuse a dare. Could I really get away with it? I could at least try. My VISA card just has my initials on it - Dr. DB Cybill - so there should be no trouble there. But what to pack? I pulled my garment bag out of the closet and set a few clothes on the bed. My masculine three-piece suit that I should wear for the meeting, a little black dress for evenings, underwear - all femme, of course - masculine dress shoes, a pair of black patent pumps with four inch heels, a dress.