There werefishnet stocking with tight mesh. He picked those because Marla knew heespecially hated them. It was one more way for him to demonstrate t...athe was being submissive. Finally came a pair of open-toe shoes with two-inch, blocky heels. They were bedazzled all over with cheap plasticjewels. His wife had found them in a thrift store and chortled when shepresented them to him. He checked himself in the long mirror andblushed. Ron adjusted the hem of the tiny skirt downward but it. "As he started to shave the hairs, he stretched the skin taught on my balls and slid the razor down removing the hair effortlessly. Then he kissed the soap covered head and said, "I may take you up on that."He positioned my prick straight up, holding it in place while he shaved down the shaft to my ball sack. Then a little on each side, leaving a little patch of hair like his on my tummy. Then he took a steamy hot towel and wiped and washed all the cream off and said, " How was that Tommy?"I. The tape wasplanting deep into my subconscious that when I'm with Charles I would actlike a she male. I would enjoy using my tool to satisfy him and satisfymyself. But it would only be when I was with Charles. When I would leaveCharles I would feel like I was acting and did what I had to do tosatisfy him. With all other men I would act like a female. I would alsobe receptive to Gina's sexual advances and would engage in sex with her.It was replayed repeatedly for close to two hours and then. I shaded my eyes from the late afternoon sun as I looked up into a pair of light blue eyes. They were guarded and somewhat cautious, as if he might take flight at any moment. The dark blonde hair, rumpled by the autumn breeze, begged for my fingers to run through it.I shook myself. Where in the hell had that thought come from? "I'm Charlene. But my friends call me Charly." I know." He must have noticed my puzzled look because he continued, "We met at Francis' party last month. I'm Jack." He.