He thought that he was smart, and enjoyed his coffee and paper in the morning, returning a few calls before lunch and golf in the afternoon. To have t...is leisure time, he worked his ass off for one month a year. I asked why he considered joining me."Don, I'm lazy. When you came up to me that day at the club offering to buy me a car, it made me remember the days of hustling to sell and build something. I got the desire from you to see what I could do. I also realized that this is a business that. Then I turned on the lights andtiptoed over to my cousin's dresser.How my hands shook as I slid that first drawer out! How my heartpounded as I viewed the tangled pile of silk and satin panties I foundthere! I took out ever pair, looking for the nicest, prettiest pair totry on. It didn't hurt my feelings at all that my cousin was a verypretty girl and liked to wear very feminine clothing. At that point inmy life I hadn't realized my longings to be with a man while dressed asa woman. At that. Dropping to her knees, Joyce held him and anxiously looked into his eyes. Although his eyes were open, they were unfocused and just staring blankly. Gently slapping his face she called, "Jack? Jack? Can you hear me? Jack?"Slowly there were signs of recovery as he started to revive. Wheeling on Bobbie, Joyce demanded, "Now where in hell is the Consumer Product Safety Commission when you really need it? Damn it, Barbara Bradley Conroy, you should be banned! You should be declared illegal!" Me?". When the women were done with me, I was rolled into the caves where slaves are kept. I was chained and the game ended. I felt so unbelievably sticky and tingly and soaked between my legs. My pussy was quivering for weeks waiting to play again. Masturbation didn’t seem enough. I wanted to pay Tara’s Bayou again.Today, I knew I could play. I could sense it! I got the game, turned it on and there was my mistress. A woman so unbelievably sexy you couldn’t help but desire her. Didn’t matter.