Squeaky clean both inside and out. I gargled with a proprietary brand of mouthwash for non-offensive breath. Then into traveling clothes -- silk shirt...with ruffles, and skin-tight velour pants with quick-release buckles. Grabbed my toolkit on the way out. A scant hour later I was pulling into her driveway.She was a tall brunette. Wide shoulders and small breasts tapering to a slim waist, but generously endowed in the hips and butt. A pear-shaped body configuration usually indicates a greater. Shamed though she was, she loved what Heather was doing between her legs, turning abject shame into passionate degradation, the kind of degradation a woman wants to wallow in. Her knees bowed and she thrust out her cunt into the firmly massaging hand of the sexy slut who had her by the cunt in more ways than one.Heather had her and knew it. Jenny's crotch was sopping wet. Heather looked up and said, "Can I see your bitch pussy? Can I pull your panties off?"Jenny didn't say no, so Heather took. He whispered in her ear beforehe left, "This would probably be less painful for you, if you were anactual woman. It would also be more natural for you. Then you wouldhave proper body parts to make this better."She looked up and replied, "You would also not be as interested in meif I was a woman. We both know you like men. You only want to tormentand demean me, for some reason." Your list of daily duties will be on the wall when you get up. Iexpect them to all be done when I come back from. "I'm so sorry. You were ... I was ... and it seemed like a great idea at the time." For Christ's sake get the fuck off of my bed," he hollered at her before realizing he needed to keep his voice down so as not to wake mom.Suzi bent down and gathered her clothes and quickly tip-toed back to her bedroom where she fell across the bed in anguish. Her head was spinning with the events that had just happened, especially the word that he had uttered from his lips. Mom."DAMN," she thought to herself as.