..again he obliged her request. He could now see the room and he heard her fumbling with a container......again, he was intrigued. "Now if i hurt yo..., please let me know..." he flt her move away and then he felt her body come onto his....he was excited, but what could she be doing???? He soon found out...She had taken warm baby oil and covered her bare breasts and she was now massaging his back with her chest, slowly sliding up and down his back. She could feel his muscles reacting to her. You contrast this with the cognitive self-image you have created for yourself. You feel repulsed by what you have just done; by how you look. You see yourself as a sissy; a faggot! You run from the bar through the street still crowded with vanilla partygoers. You are overcome with self-consciousness; your face and your clothes still visibly coverd in a mans cum; you, an obvious man in womens clothing; your own cum starting to dribble from your crotch down you stockinged legs. You run as fast. Shae would pull the offending sheet and hand it to the chief engineer, who would in turn give it to someone who would run off and fix the problem. Of the 2500 connections, only 15 had any issues. The remainder of the problems were minor and quickly resolved. The program on Shae's laptop took two hours and forty-seven minutes to run, and upon completion a page was printed with a space for Shae's signature. She signed the page, turning to the chief engineer telling him to activate the power. Father of the bride, “Phoebe has always been my perfect little princess. No father could ask for a better daughter. I couldn’t be prouder of how well she’s turned out. And I couldn’t be happier with her finding such a nice gentlemen either.”Then her in the back of the limo. Still in wedding dress. Darren beside her. ““My name IS Mrs Phoebe Burton, and I’m going to have sex with a dog - on my wedding day!”They arrive in Gateshead and park outside Pablo’s little terraced home, making a quick run.