I could tell Joey was happy I called him, the pleasure apparent in his voice. He had called me twice since I returned to Gainesville to see how I was ...oing (and my supposed boyfriend hadn’t called once) but this was the first time I called him. He quickly agreed to come up Saturday morning.Robert offered to get lost for the weekend but I felt bad about doing that to him, so I booked a room at the Radisson out by the Interstate. Thankfully, there was not a home football game that weekend so. .x".Margaret was about 60 and was about 5' 8" tall, very slim, she had blonde hair which was in a sort of demi wave and shoulder length, it was immaculately done, she was also an elegant dresser and looked fantastic. Very much like Debbie.Two days passed and I received a text...."Steve, Debbie has asked us to make sure you're not missing out on any fun, please come round on Friday at 7pm, I want you to meet my husband"I replied "thats great, thanks for the invite, I'll see you there".After our. "Just not tough enough to be a girl!"I rolled my nylons on and shivered from the slippery delicious feelingof touching my legs with them on. The spandex, panty portion of mycorset held my boy parts firmly against me and the silky, satin camiover my training bra sent chills all over me. I noticed that mytrainer seemed to be tightening and went to ask Jana what she thought.Jana cupping my blossoming boobs: "Well Sweetheart, ah, I think we aregetting close to needing a real bra! You are beginning. My feet soft from years of soft living, the master took pity on me,, carrying my shoes and case, leaving me with just my purse, the jacket and my underclothes, he produced a two-point prong with which he proceeded to, in his words “help me to his lovely home,” which he did by prodding my rump and triggering a not inconsiderable jolt of power every time I slowed down or stopped. The pain was indescribable, tears fell, and by the time the cold marble of the front step was under my feet I was oh.