After a while i remarked on how sociable she was.'Normally your a miserable bitch.Certainly you are at work'.'You cheeky bastard' she said.'Sorry,but ...hats the impression you give over.I find you attractive but i always said i couldn't imagine fucking a miserable bitch like you.But the way you are now,i would definitely be keen to fuck you'.'You are a cheeky bastard,aren't you.You call me a miserable bitch,then say you wouldn't mind fucking me.You think i would let you fuck me after all. " That's if you're lucky," Ed added, "But more likely you'll get pickedup by some of the sex workers on the streets, or maybe just a bunch ofhorny guys in a van.... In which case we'll probably never hear of youagain!"Once again I felt my head spin and my tummy lurch as I realized justwhat an awful position I was in: nude, feminized, completelyunrecognizable.... without any money, ID cards or cell phone...."But-but what will I do in the meantime?" Whatever we tell you to do!" Carla grinned. "We. He wasn’t into any weird stuff and I made it clear to him that I was only there to observe. He also said he was disease free and doesn’t like to use a condom. I was too excited to object and a few nights later my wife and I met him at a local establishment. My wife and he seemed to hit it off almost immediately and we decided to meet that coming weekend. We met at a small motel off the beaten path. I texted Chris with the room number and we waited patiently for him to arrive. My wife sat on. I tried to figure out why she said that. It was consistent with having checked me out thoroughly, but she'd already made that point. Her observation was in response, in argument really, to my assertion that I didn't have the looks to be a Val. I was very happy to allow one conclusion, I could reasonably upgrade my self-image to one of having a cute ass. Although I liked that, it didn't negate my assertion, "Elizabeth, I frankly don't understand. I simply do not look like a Val." Our computer.