. Please don't tell me." I drew back slightly and tried to look at her, but she just pressed her face more tightly into my chest and refused to meet m... eyes. "I am your slave," she continued calmly. "I should have no secrets from you, but you are entitled to keep them from me. You can make me do ANYTHING, Freddy. You can... and you... you SHOULD! You should change me to your liking. You should change the way I think. You should change the things I want... the things I crave. You should change. Sokolov has a 6:00AM gym appointment. We'll be waiting at her front door when shereturns."At 6:15 the two agents were cooling their heels on the Sokolov's frontportico.Steve and Fred put their game faces on, prepared to face the wife,anticipating reluctance if not a major battle. After all, how many wivesare prepared to have their husbands feminized, and then disappear for anunspecified period of time to live in the nether world as a half-manhalf-woman?Standing outside Rose's front door,. Marty must have noticed as well, because his fingers were soon trailing up my leg, coming to rest on my now rigid member. I looked over and saw that he was erect, as well. I reciprocated the touch, so that we were now re-enacting the mutual stroking that had consumed many hours of our boyhood together. In no time I had released his swollen manhood from its confines, and he was right; erect he was slightly smaller than me, and did not seem to pose the threat of physical harm that Phyllis’ fake. She wore a sleek red dress with a shortfur coat, silk stockings and high stiletto heels. Her long blonde hair andsultry face was reminiscent of a late 30?s movie star. Sure she looked sexy ashell, but then she always did. It was exciting for other men to see her sluttyattire but Sal had fucked her so many times it was almost more stimulating tohim to see her at her worst. They climbed into his FBI leased Buick regal andwere off. The first stop was the beautyparlor. Up until now Annabelle had.