Based on the events of last night and this morning, we were destined to get back together again, but I didn’t want to take anything for granted and ... decided we could talk about it at breakfast. ‘Where would you like to go for breakfast?’ I asked innocently. ‘Anywhere but Bruno’s.’ she answered promptly. I almost blurted out something like ‘why not Bruno’s?’ when the light went on and I learned something important about her. Bruno’ was a bad memory for her and she wanted to erase it. I had. ? But I still wanted to be as girly looking as I could be so I decided the one easy way to do this would be find a local makeover artist specialising in cds in my local area. Now this was back in England in the late 90s and to track down those kind of things then you had to find specialist contact magazines tgirls and cds which were usually found on sale in adult shops. A part of me always wondered about that back then. Yes, I reasoned, having an interest in indulging my feminine side did have. Charlie carried on massaging my back. After a few minutes I started making silent noises "Mmmmm". I was getting so turned on by the thought of what was happening. Charlie was getting a bit more comfortable, he would stroke my sides, just grazing the sides of my boobs, with every movement moving closer and closer to my nipples. And eventually I felt his hands cup my both tits, I squirmed with pleasure. He carried on squeezing and stroking my breasts, grabbing the nipples every few seconds. With. So much less painful than a heart attack, and much less mess than a bullet." I said with sarcasm dripping from every word.The woman began to beg for her life, but ... and this was a big but ... in her mind she was trying to figure a way to save herself and her Master, and destroy me."My dear woman those plans are futile. I can see right into your head, you have no real desire to please me, and you only wish my death. Please just pick the method or I will have my Alpha here choose it for.