Ever since she had beentransformed into a girl she could never get used to female sleep ware, butwith a shortage on clothing a pajama top was all she ...ould get. "Can I see you a minute?" Starshine knocked as she stepped in dressed in askimpy red and lace trimmed piece of sleepwear that looked like it camefrom Victoria's Secret. "What's the matter?" Christine asked as they sat together at the end ofChistine's bed. "Been feeling all through the concert like we were being watched."Starshine said. But at the same time I was limited, I could not show my hands because they showed my age. Same with my breasts, so I had to show him my slit.But at home, this is what concerned me. Our text life was fantasy, home was reality. I had a fine line to walk, my son needed to know that he was not sexting with his mom, to do that I figured I needed to give him just one more show. I had kept my hair down around my slit, I was shaving up top so it only made sense to me that either I should shave it all,. Why did he let himself get distracted by my hands? Because he was stupid. I could see it by the look on his face and the way his eyes tracked. He was slow as hell. The other thing was,” I continued, “I waited until he started to say something. When you talk, it adds at least a half-second to your reaction time. His reaction time was shit begin with. I had all the time in the world to smack the crap out of him.”I smiled and looked at my right hand. “My hand still stings. I can’t imagine what the. I was at the top of my game today and Fran wasn’t prepared to deal with a total bastard. She let herself fall in love with me and gave her body and soul to me joyfully and enthusiastically. It was a shame that I was going to break her heart so I could break her down and make her see herself as only a piece of slave meat, the final step in making her docile and accept her lot as a trophy wife or sex slave. Making her believe nobody cared about her other than as pleasure holes to be owned or a.