....?So you want to give this all up. Your desires. Your fetishes. Your verysoul? Do you know how many men would give anything to live your life??SMAC...I scream out as a well made cat rips into the tender flesh of my ass. Atfirst the thud feel, then the burning heat spreading. She's an expert.Perfectly executed to provide me the right amount of pain and lust, fearand desire. The heat spreading quickly from my ass to my soul.?Maybe you can take up a hobby, maybe puzzles or model cars. That. I look up and watch her ass start to expand as I see the first one start to appear. I start to drool as I open as wide as I can. It's sliding out now and I can smell her scent as she tells me "eat it gig, eat your meal". It's a deep brown and it tastes bitter as it slides into my mouth. When my mouth is full she pinches it off so that I can chew and swallow it. "Waste not want not" she giggles. I groan as she seals her ass against my mouth and starts to shit straight down my throat. I struggle. I was told that Qaddafi preferred that.Some of his African bodyguards wore long wigs over short hair, but in mycase, it was suggested that we go with my own hair and these extensions.I often thought later that if I had just been able to pull my hair off,I would not have done as good a job as I did. Having women's hair 24/7forced me to be more feminine. You always need to pay attention to it.Then the lessons began - haircare and deportment first, and thenskincare and makeup when I had begun to. ”“There will be plain-clothes police in the hotel,” the agent said. “They are there for your protection. I want to be there before you enter that museum.”Keith nodded his head as he looked at his grandfather and Maddie and then realized that the agent couldn’t hear him.“Can we visit a friend?” Keith asked.“I don’t see any problem with that,” Fry said. “But don’t try to lose the agents who will be following you.”“What does this note say?” Keith asked.“I’ll tell you when I get there,” Fry said..