After my shoes and socks were out of the way, he started unbuttoning my shirt. He took the beer bottle from my hand and set it on the coffee table lon... enough to get me shirtless. At this point, we both stood up simultaneously. After the first few times, this had become a tightly choreographed dance.Thirty seconds later my jeans were on the floor beside my feet. Blaise left my tight bikini underwear in place. This was his preferred outfit for television viewing -- at least, for the first little. Your friend always, Klaus Schmidt She turned the tickets over in her hand. Why not? The old Callie would never have gone on such an adventure. And she had learned that adventure didn’t scare her anymore. Three days later, as she entered the terminal at LAX, she spotted a uniformed chauffeur holding up a sign with her name on it. Good God, Klaus had sent a driver for her! She had thought he would be there himself and was a bit disappointed. But climbing into the back of the absolutely decadent. But fuck it." I chucked the bastard as hard as I could and she caught it. "Well Ill be fucked." She threw it back at me before I had time to even begin to draw breath and it hit me center mass. *BOOM!!!!* I went flying into a near by mountain and laid in the rock. "Better. Faster. Stronger." I groaned. "Cunt bitch." I felt her grab my neck. "And far classier." I grabbed her wrists and eyed her down. "That’s enough. Ive seen what I needed."I got off the mountain and headed home. I got my ass. He now had on clothes again. That is, if they could be calledclothes. He wore a pair of red high heel pumps, white stockings, a frilly,white skirt, and a strapless blouse. But that wasn't all. He was now alsowearing a poorly made blonde wig, eyeliner, mascara, rouge, and lipstick. Allof the makeup was put on in thick, clumsy strokes. His fingernails were nowvery long and painted bright pink. He was completely made up like a girl, acheap one, though it would be obvious to a blind man that he was.