Remembering my instructions, i place my hand on the slim ankle of the woman, she responds with a twitch, and i hear her hesitate in mid flow of her co...versation above, but then she slides off her shoe and wriggles her toes slowly. i trace my finger over her toes softly pushing my finger separating each one. i smile listening to a soft squeal from above, then Master saying 'focus on me, ignore what is going on below' He orders the woman, before carrying on with their conversation, something. We heard the girls playing their instruments. It sounded nice but watching Cathy undress was even nicer. I joined her in undressing. When she was just as naked as I had seen her the day before she asked me to tie her up and rape her. Hell no.She begged me and I still refused. I told her that I would make love to her but that I wasn’t going to rape her. She told me that she had never been more excited as when the photographer had tied her up and threatened to rape her. She was dripping wet when. ...................................I loved, totally loved, my Girls Night. Pasta, creamy mushroom sauce,side-order of garlic mushrooms. For dessert a big plate of tiramasubrought out on a trolley with sparklers and the servers leading a happybirthday song. Once or twice we got a bit raucous, we did have Tansyalong, but mostly we just chattered and had fun. At one point for somereason we got on to wasp stings, if I was taking part and laughing I wasfinding that I was still Quiet Polly. But I. All embarrassment at presenting feminine disappeared. I loved my softer looks and nascent titties and rounder butt.Even that first afternoon, as I left the salon looking quite presentable -- quite 'lovely' Cynthia had pronounced me -- I decided I wanted to 'look nice' in other ways too. "Let's shop," I declared, picking up the old purse of Cynthia's I was using that first day."To get it over with?" Cynthia had asked."No, to do this thing right," I'd replied, trying to suppress any apparent.