I asked her where she would like to go when we met up, and she suggested either a BDSM club, or a well known Tranny club, both located in the Minories...area near Tower Bridge. I thought the BDSM idea would be fun, and Mariah suggested we make a full night of it and book a hotel room somewhere. We could have a fabulous night out, enjoy some weird and wonderful entertainment, and if we’re both really horny when we get back to the hotel, we could participate in a bit of “Off piste fucking”, by me. Not spread wide and used.”“I think I see the difference ... you want the camera to show your feelings, as well as the image you are looking at.”“Mom, you have really been reading those magazines ... that is exactly what I feel with this camera, it has changed me in just a few hours. I see what Mr. Grafton has been trying to hammer into the class since day one.”“You know your sister has always wanted to be a magazine model and have her pictures taken without clothes on.”“I got that feeling today. She takes a very carefully crafted blond wig and applies it to Anna's shaven scalp using skin adhesive so that it will not be accidentally displaced. In particular, very great attention – painstaking attention - must be paid to the areas where the wig meets Anna's skin. The disguise must be perfect so no suspicions are aroused on her journey back home. Presently, the transformation is complete and Anna's appearance has been completely restored.At 3pm, Igor, another member of the team, receives. He’s not here to protect me, quite the opposite. “I’m sorry, baby girl. Wouldn’t wanna scare you.” His tone of voice sets me on edge. So easily he would have seduced me if I hadn’t been on guard and forcing myself to resist. “Yeah, well you did.” I half-heartedly try to push out of his arms, but he’s got me backed against the tree. Why does he have to be so damn hot?! Before I know what he’s doing, his mouth is closed over mine and my eyes close. Why the hell am I falling for this? I’m shocked.