" What do you mean? What were you going to ask for?"She paused for thought. I let the moments tick by and didn't interrupt.Finally, "Would you spend...tomorrow night as a girl for me?" Saturday night? As you?" Yes, and no, not as me. As someone completely different." Would you be someone completely different too?" No, and yes, I'd be you. I'm happy as you, and I think you're morecomfortable if I'm you rather than someone else."I let that one go. "We'd be going out?" Of course," she bit her. It was still cool, and Ronan thought that it was a good idea to turn the fireplace on. He then prepared some warm herbal tea, Daisy’s favorite. Daisy arrived, beautiful as always, with a summer dress, her favorite, with roses on a white background, spaghetti straps and a short cardigan on her shoulders. On her feet, simple sandals that she pulled off the moment she stepped inside. He offered her the tea and then they sat on the couch in front of the fireplace with no other lights on. She was. “Tell me what you are whore.”This turned Jackie on more than she had ever experienced and had no recollection of all the hypnotic suggestions that Dr. Packard had given her to enjoy and want the physical and verbal abuse that she was getting.She began to scream as her orgasm engulfed her body and she continued ridding his cock. “I’m a nasty whore and love to be fucked by a dirty, filthy homeless loser like you.” That was accompanied by more and harder slaps. Ted reached over to the night stand,. People say things about public transport being questionable, but I’ve never had any complaints. Now, on the day in question – yeah, I know, it sounds like a police report, but how else do you phrase it? – I was catching a bus. It was a good bus, I’d give it a seven. Fairly clean, not too tardy with the timetable, all in all, a good day of family fun. So, of course, me being the cool guy I like to believe I am, I was sitting right up the back, and inexplicably, no-one else was. Then again, it is.