. Or a prostitute ... Haha ... So I decided to train people ... But I suppose you could say that I’m beginning to think I made the wrong choice – ...aybe I should be exercising dogs, or being a prostitute ... Or a little bit of both...” She laughs at her own comment.We cut back to her back yard to watch Dennis bending over toward Casanova, ruffling the top of the dog’s head and his neck – whispering to him to wind him up, “OOooohh ... She’s a fit girl ... Gonna be a lot of exercise ... Give you a. I nodded and accepted it.I did not fight his suggestion. I know he probably wanted me to, but Inever desired the kind of work I did the way he did. He wanted to bethe person the buck stopped with; I always wilted under the pressure.I figured I could take the year off and readjust myself. I would relaxfor a few months and then set about turning myself into the man myfather wanted me to be. But before I could be a man, I felt that Ineeded to be a woman I wanted to be.I could not admit that to my. She still had some portions to cover so she held a special class on Sunday afternoon. Everybody was pissed for keeping it on Sunday except me. This was perfect for me so I was awaiting for the next day. I called her and to my surprise her husband picked it up and said she’s busy and asked who I was, this was the first time heard his voice and was a little afraid, I told him I was her student and I wanted to confirm about tomorrow’s special class, he replied he’ll inform her but also told me not. She wanted more and more…I got the bill as Ana went to look for the black guys. She told them that we would wait for them at a nearer motel in the highway…When the black guys arrived there, they found Ana lying on the bed, still wearing her summer dress. Her hard nipples were poking out of the top of the dress, her boobs almost bursting out free. The hem of her dress was across her thigh with her legs spread, exposing her shaved pussy lips.The first black guy approached to the bed and shoved.