Fed up with his idea of sex is for him pushes his cock into my dry pussy and come before I've even got started. Fed up with his post coitus snoring. I...can't remember when I felt the hard knot of excitement, even fear, in my stomach, the dry mouth of apprehension, waiting for something new to happen. I looked across at my man, drinking beer with his mates, their laughter clearly heard across the room. Along with me are dancing all their girlie friends, all happily giggling together.I decide to. "You bringing her by now?" Yeah. She's packed and ready for delivery. I'll go over the nano-mods with you in person." Sounds good. I'll take the afternoon off. You know where to bring her."++++Of all the "relocation" jobs I'd done, the Maynard case was the strangest, and the only one involving a complete reversal of roles. Most jobs were straightforward - middle-aged wife wants a new body to recapture her husband's attentions; the occasional lesbian couple with an FTM who wants a real life. ”He smiled saying “this way madam” he walked ahead of me a few isles pointed at a huge section saying “all red tagged materials are on sale, the yellow tagged ones are not”I thanked him saying “I would like to take my time looking around if ok?”He smiled saying “Of course madam, I will leave you alone, step back, but all you have to do is wave a finger and I would be at your service”I smiled thanking him and started looking around on the shelves, but using the corner of my eyes, I noticed Jim’s. Martha had already left for work by the time I wandered out to the kitchen to get my first diet soda of the day.There, held on the refrigerator door by a magnet disguised as a cupcake, was a note reminding me to look at the sink in Martha's room. I took it off, crumpled it and tossed it into the trash. Then I fixed some breakfast, ate and started my day. Maybe it was petty of me to just ignore Martha's request, but it made me feel better.I was actually feeling pretty good as I showered and.