I sip from the bottle and the liquid dances in my mouth filling me with insatiable desire. I pull out some French Vanilla ice cream, scoop it into the...blender and pour the Bailey’s on top, smooth, sensual and calming. I take a spoon and taste the mixture. It’s so palatable, but it’s too thick for my liking and it’s not strong enough to make me sleep. I turn to the cabinet behind me, open it and fumble through more bottles. I pour a little more into the shake and taste the thinned mixture,. “Hold on Ian. Wait for me darling.” I really had little idea what she meant. Maria lifted her legs over the arms of the chair and started pushing her fingers in her cunt very fast and vigorously. She then pulled out and called out, “Watch my fingers on my clit, I just love this and so will you, you lovely naughty boy.”I realised she was now wanking just like me and it was fantastic, the best thing that ever happened to me, watching her, watching me, both getting off on each other. Her whole. Since we lived close to each other our initialmeeting was at a Starbucks halfway between each of our houses. Theinitial meeting went well; there was both chemistry and the necessaryspark between us so I agreed to a follow-up date. Master wanted me todress nominally as male, but wearing lingerie underneath a woman's blouseand trousers and sneakers with no makeup. After meeting again at theStarbucks he took some photos of me, documenting my "before" look beforetaking me shopping, the first stop. They said the prognosis was good that I wouldlikely be able to speak normally again, but... (There always has to be a'but' doesn't there?)They said the repair work necessary had required my vocal chords to beshortened and tightened up. I was told I could expect my voice to go upin pitch just a bit. How much, only time would tell. I was permittedto go home two days later with my jaw wired shut preventing me fromtrying to speak until I saw the doctor again. Until then, it was bedrest and a.