." She left, but eight-year-old Mary popped in. She stared at Paul."Mary, this is Paul Granger," Nellie said. "He used to live in Whitesboro. Now, mam... wants me to peel potatoes. If you're going to be here, I'll get a knife for you, too." School work," Mary said and went out."Have a seat," Nellie said. She got out the tools and potatoes and sat across from him."I can peel spuds." You can talk. Tell me about your work. What did your papa say about your leaving the farm in the summertime?"And. She was looking at him over the rim of her glass, smiling and waiting for him to cross to her, his steel blue eyes speaking to her heart. Telling her how much he could really see. "I might as well be nude in front of the fire, he can see right through me." The thoughts were barely formulated as he began to circle her, his glass being held out to him in a manicured hand. He took it and took a sip, he did not ordinarily drink but this would have been an occasion that warranted it. She smiled. Just a little trouble focusing, that's allOk I, ll have your eyes checked whilst here, but all is being donetoday-understand.Yes I understand.-----------------------Chapter 5Sue I have just put her back in the bedroom, still drowsy, but all doneshe is a picture just like you wanted it, very presentable and we willalso be able to sluttify her as well, if we want. There is a slightproblem, she was having trouble focusing her eyes, so I had then checkedwhilst we were there, she has a problem could. .. but then I "used" to be a guy. Ialso never wore the bra size of 52EE or very tight clothes that show offmy very slender very firm body with legs that go from here to Hell andback and an ass that men would love to fuck forever. My hair was blacknot blonde, my eyes were hazel not a piercing pale blue and I was prettyintelligent now I'm dingy as hell only thinking of how to pleasuremen/women with my body. I'm writing this because my Mistress ordered me to, and she gets whatevershe wants, or she.