"Um, Madame Ruth? You sent me your card." "Cart? Show me!" Walter produced the card and handed it to Madame Ruth. As it touched her fingers, it seemed...to vanish. "Probably a trick of this crappy lighting," Walter thought. "Hand!" Madame Ruth barked. "Ye hand!" Taken aback by Madame Ruth's abrupt behavior, Walter nonetheless extended his right hand for her to grasp. The first thing Walter noticed was just how cold her hands were. That thought was replaced quickly by a thought of concern over. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my face mere inches from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my hands work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my crotch as my body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the height of. I took them off to see that I had now a mound of skin,divided by a slit, making me the perfect girl.The door swung open and my Dad came into the room witha black and white maid uniform, and his hair done intoa high bun on his head. He wouldn't let mecall him Dad, he just told me to call him Maria andnothing else, and that he was on the service of mymother that he called mistress.I survived the days, with the continuous lessons ongirlhood, on how to sit, run and dance, with theboring ballet. I excused myself to the restroom. Upon returning, my wife’s smile had returned to her face. We purchased a couple bottles, and headed to the next winery.As we entered the tasting room, my wife noticed some homemade Christmas Knick Knack’s someone was peddling, and she told me she would meet me at the counter. As she walked away, she said, “Remember, I’ll grab your ass when I want to get your attention!” I just shook my head and said, “Yeah, thanks Hon..”I pushed my way through the crowd to the.