As if sensing the leg show I was seeing Rita moved down to my right side working my arm, hand, and fingers. Standing as close to me as possible I coul... feel the smooth skin of her thighs as she massaged down my arm. My arousal building a little moan escaped and I guess that was Rita’s cue because I suddenly felt silky fabric at my fingertips with a warm heat radiating out. Knowing what she wanted my fingers gently brushed along her panty-clad lips. Rita had me roll to my back.Once rolled over I. She was certain that his self-repression of the girl he actually was born to be was the reason behindhis clear consternation.She began to read about submissive boys and transgendered women. Thesigns seemed to be evident to her. He was able to connect with theother women on his level, but not the alpha women that worked in theranks above them. He was intimidated by them in a way that men rarelywere. He had taken to wearing heels with very little prodding on morethan one occasion. His. Had she gone back to Nicolàs? he wonderedbitterly. He was tormented by the very thought of the two of them together. He hadn’t had a chance to find out who Nicolàs was and he was boiling with curiosity about the man and jealous into the bargain. Who was he to French? Why would she let him handle her with such familiarity? He didn’t want to believe it of her, but it looked as though she was in some sort of… relationship with the guy. He was being eaten up inside with the desire to find her and. And so here she was. At the Clermont Avenue dressed in a modest blouse and skirt with sandals. Her blond hair was untied and she did not have any other ornament on her. The duffel bag with the toys was lying besides her and she held the car keys in her hand. The envelope had been left in the car. The keys to her freedom just inches away from her, yet so far out of her reach. Taking a deep breath, Cecilia followed the final instructions. She dropped the car keys from her hand.As soon as the keys.