A tower was already built under my pants.And my mouth was opened. My eyes were not ready to move anywhere else. She was damn hot. I needed her badly f...om now. She told stop looking and strt the work. I came to my senses and prepared for the tattoo. set my tattoo machine and I was ready.I asked her to lye on bed. She need it on left breast. I made stencil and created the impression of the design on her breast. While doing this I touched her boobs and it was so smooth. It was awesome.After this. That included any photos of us, our wedding album, hisjournals, anything related to Brigid's previous existence as a man.In the Servant's quarters we let Brigid keep all her girl clothesnaturally, but supplemented it with her maid's uniforms.Whilst she was still healing from her surgical procedures we were ableto continue her indoctrination. We could be much more overt now. Herhormones were injected directly into her gluteal muscles, rather thansurreptitiously in her food, and brainwashing her. I was so surprised by her action that I couldn't make myself to remove my hand, and at the same time I clearly observed that she didn't wear any bra, that her breast was small, firm and crowned by a stiff nipple which stuck hotly into the palm of my hand."What? Don't you know what to do with a breast? Even that little man there knows and he's not much more than a month old," she giggled."Oh, I know, all right, but I like buts better," I answered and let my hand glide down and squeeze one of her. It turned outhis destination that day was not far from hers. "If that is so and if you have nothing better to dotonight, I would gladly spend the evening with you. Let's gosomewhere together for a drink." Now he had gone over fully ontothe offensive. Marianne noticed that clearly. Normally she wouldgive anything like this a brusque refusal. But he had been sopleasant all this while and he was so subtle about it that shewas inclined to permit herself the adventure, but naturally notwithout.