"No, no, no, please, I would never do anything like that," Katie cried."I thought you were my friend and you do something like this! How could you... ...ow could you Katie!" Jenny said through clenched teeth as her eyes filled with tears. She jumped up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.Katie fell to the bed, her body racked with sobs. Maybe she did want this she thought. Jenny was probably right, somewhere deep inside she wanted this and. Actually, Robert normally was the one actually pulling it over Roberta's head. I also got a fairly sexy bra and underwear set - not quite Victoria Secret's but a far cry from what Roberta normally wears - as well as a pair of shorts and leather sandals to complete Roberta's outfit. I then went into Robert's room and got a pair of boxers, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt along with his leather thongs (the foot kind). I figured that the sandals and thongs would go better with what I would be. I like to think it’s probably like a wet pussy. Jon was talking about something that had happened at the job site, but I was too preoccupied with questions, such as, what position will he want me? Doggie or missionary? Will he want me to blow him first or will he plunge right in? Will he want to use a condom? I want to suck him hard first. That was the content of my sluttish mind as we talked and drank margaritas. Two apiece and it was off to the bedroom.Jon undressed and lay on my bed. I was. Had begun. Even when she moved from her flat in London to her country cottage outside Derby, she barely missed more than a day or two getting settled before she was back at her art desk again.It wasn't as though she couldn't afford to take a break. She was making more than enough money to live comfortably on and had few expenses. Waiting for the NHS to cover her SRS was no longer a problem now. With her bank account she could have her operation as soon as she could find a clinic with an open.