After some intense rubbing, I could tell Joy was starting to loosen up. I slipped out of the study and stood silently just outside the bedroom door, w...tching as Angie massaged Joy’s cute and uncovered ass.“I’m going to work your inner thighs,” Angie said, slipping further down on the bed, digging in her fingers, as Joy hummed her approvals. I could tell the massage was getting Joy a bit worked up. Sweat beads formed on the lips to her flower. A musty aroma filled the air. She hummed lightly as. “And data analyst is a good description of what I do right now.”“And if they ask you where you were, you can try just saying you were traveling. If they dig deeper, say India. That will keep the heat off for a while. Not long. We’ll be talking to the media and they dig around in other people’s business for a living. You just can’t let anyone know you were in space fixing satellites on that date,” I said. I liked Jack. I didn’t want to see him or his family hurt.“I ... uh ... why?”“Jack ... It. He was hard instantly, knowing she was completely naked now. He followed the sounds of the running water to her bedroom, finding quite an interesting surprise. This little minx was deeply hard core involved in the BDSM lifestyle.Her bed was covered in black satin sheets. Tame,but what piqued his interest were the shackles on the wall. As well as the queening chair in the corner. She had a hanging display of whips, crops, collars, gags and shains. Arranged upon her night stand were multiple. My head begins to spin. This is beyond my wildest dreams. A weekend at a beachfront cottage, dressed as a woman, with you and a beautiful transsexual woman! I'm overwhelmed at the possibilities! This must be some sort of fantasy is all I can think."Let's clean up and get comfortable," Jill suggests.We quickly clear the dishes and retreat to the living room. Jill stands in front of the couch and announces, "Here's how I get comfy." She raises the hem of her skirt, slips off her panties, and.