Roy’s career required him to move around quite a bit from contract to contract and he wasn’t able to make either of his two marriages work. Outwar...ly he put this down to his need to keep moving but deep down he knew these just hadn’t been the right women. His last project was winding down but he really took a liking to the geography. The southern Rockies provided fantastic skiing and hiking, so Roy was hanging around a little longer to relax. Sam poked Roy one evening and it turned out she had. “She is one of kind, that woman is and has always been!”“She is something special,” Susan agreed. “And just wait until you see him, he is such a perfect candidate,” she continued as she opened a file from her briefcase that contained the boi’s information.“Named Jaime, so a name change is optional, the boi is 5’6” and weighs 165 pounds so he does have some weight to lose but his frame gives him such potential.”“Oh, I always prefer the name change to further the sissy’s emasculation,” I said. "I'll be back tomorrow when you've had time to think," he said, his small cruel eyes penetrating her. "I hope you'll be in a more receptive mood."With that, the opened the door and left, bolting it behind him. Ann's eyes flooded with tears. She collapsed on the bed moaning to herself."What have I done? Oh God, what have I done now?" Her clenched fists pounded the bed beside her in frustration. She had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life. She sobbed herself into a deep but. I had to resist the strong urge to reach down and finger my clit. The orgasm was slowly expanding and pulsing in my belly, the low throb of the cleaner keeping in time with the vibration in my crotch. I had a sudden image of someone walking in through the front door and seeing me at the top of the stairs, on my hands and knees fucking myself with the Hoover. God I felt so dirty but so damned excited at the same time. " Oh you dirty little bitch Ann, you... uhh filthy little... uhh... whore,.