”I looked at Natalia and smiled a little more. “Mitchell, I think that I just hit on something. You really DO want to be able to look like a woman... don’t you?”I finally got my nerve up and replied, “For years I have wanted to look better in my clothes. I don’t want to go all the way, mind you, but I would love to be able to look the part!” I noticed, as I spoke, that Natalia was not only paying attention to what I said but then was waving over a couple of the women from the class. In fact, it. "The words came from my core; they came naturally and eagerly, and they came as if from a far-off place. If I had tried to script them, I was sure I wouldn't recall their phrasings. I don't know how long he worked my ass. Time didn't matter, but it had to be considered. Morning always came too soon when an encounter became more than cursory."I'm gonna fuck that ass, boy. I'm gonna fuck it hard and deep. Can you take it?" Yeah, daddy," I said, my words coated in lust."Tell me, boy. Beg me for. Anyway, they loved working and living together and only became happier the more successful they became. They worked alongside a crack team, which they had assembled over the years, comprised of Sabine, a well travelled woman of French origin and Tanisha, a highly intelligent black woman. Sabine was fluent in six different languages, which allowed her to have contacts all across the world. Tanisha was an imposing woman, raised in a rough neighbourhood, meaning she knew how to get information on. She was out on a weekly ritual with several of her girlfriends. They had been getting together since shortly after she married Ryan year, but not everyone went out every week. Typically, their night centered on lots of talking and sometimes a club. Occasionally, a man would move in and try to pry somebody away from the group. The women expected each other from time to time to talk to, and perhaps even leave with a man. Even though they all had a male partner at home, they enjoyed unspoken.