He pointed again, still talking, and Saralinda looked with her binoculars. I knew what Gary was saying — not specifically, but the kind of thing Gar... was saying. He was describing field marks or behavior. Maybe the bird has a ring around its eye, or it wings extend well beyond the body towards the end of the tail, or there are spots on the underside of the tail, or a pointed beak. Maybe its call is a "chup", or a "whisk" sound. These are the things that birdwatchers use to identify the birds.. I lie on my side on the bed and lube up my ass hole, and the butt plug You have commanded me to have inside me when I arrive.I massage the lube around and into my ass hole and then put the end of the plug firmly against my quivering hole. I slowly push it into me till it is securely in place. I can feel the moisture as it oozes from my pussy in anticipation of what is to come. Poor pig pussy, it is going to be pretty much ignored today as I have been told by You that my ass hole will be Your. The act of getting ready and putting on makeup made me feel very feminine and I started to notice my whole thinking and personality change. I tried to think how a girl would think.My cock, small as it was, became an annoyance and spoiled the line of my clothes, so I stared to practice tucking it between my legs and keeping it in place with tight fitting thongs.A waist clincher was purchased to give me more of an hourglass figure. I hadn't purchased breast forms at this stage, but I did have. Of course the men were interested! But I knew they’d get more than they anticipated with this multi orgasmic gash gushing highly vocal woman. As soon as we had settled on the seat that circumvented the spa the men opposite us introduced themselves. Craig was the older of the two, in his mid forties at a guess. His grey hair was thick and wavy; his blue eyes sparkled with humour, his face clean shaven. Ian was perhaps in his late thirties. His blond hair was thinning and he grew a small.