And so early on a Saturday morning, a morning I usually had a lie in, Igot up and dressed from the skin out. I took my time and didn't rush. Irelished...the chance to become my femme-self. I applied a very subtledaytime look to my make up not wanting to over do it.I felt wonderful. And I took several pictures with my phone. I thoughtabout sending them to Eos. I wrote her a text asking 'What do you think?'and attached the pictures. Before I knew it I had hit the send button. Iwas glad I had kept. One thing I noticed is how quickly I opened up my legs for him to get to my sweet spot. Normally that took some work for my husband. He leaned down and ran his tongue from the bottom of my opening right to my clit and I thought was going to jump through the roof. It felt sooooo good and I let him know it. I was panting and moaning and squirming and lifting my hips so I could move with his tongue in a way I'd never experienced before. Then he climbed up on the couch and moved his cock. M. when I stepped off the elevator tothe hotel lobby with plans to get some guidance from the desk clerk regarding what I could do that night. As I stood at the counter waiting,a young lady (dressed in a jogging suit) was conversing with the clerk. I could tell that she was a bit annoyed, and when I looked down, I noticed that sheleaning ona crutch and her ankle was heavily bandaged. I overheard the clerk tell her that she would have to wait until the proper authorization could be obtained.. She started at me and the place became very quiet."OK" she said "Let’s see what you are made of, strip"I took off my school uniform and stood there. Miss Jones walked round me and to my joy took out a box from the cupboard.She took a container out of the box and ordered me to put on the clothes inside. The plaid, pleated skirt barely covered my ass, the white shirt was far too tight, the bra was well padded, the white panties small, the tie was fine as were the white ankle socks but the.