Giovanni laid the tray on the table.“His Excellency Don Giuseppe invites you to join him for breakfast after you have completed your ablutions. Guid... here,” he indicated the cudgel man, “will wait outside, and you can bang on the door when you are ready to leave for breakfast.”He bowed and left, as did Guido, and I heard the key turn in the lock.I threw the contents of the chamber pot out of the window, and then stripped to the waist and carried out a thorough, and well-needed, wash. When dry. He was handsome enough and quite likeable... but he'd been drinking which I'm sure impaired his critical sense. He wanted a companion... but I'm damn sure I'm not the kind he had in mind. He mistook me for a biological female... and I'm not. I'm not. Now, had I been post-op, I'd have gone off with him then and there... but I'm not that either! And I couldn't. Do you have any idea how humiliated a guy can be when he finds out that he's been sexually aroused by someone he would certainly regard. Which is how I came to be in my present situation - I am sitting on a padded red leather chair in the corner of our marital bedroom, my perfectly shaved legs bound by leather ankle-binders to the chair legs. My feet are encased in tight-fitting black-leather ballet boots, and my legs are covered in sheer pink lace-topped thigh-high stockings. They have a seam up the back of the legs, which I just love. The stockings are kept up by the pink lace straps of the suspender-belt which is made from. ”“That would be lovely.” She slapped her hands on the couch, and made to stand up. “Now, if you don’t mind, after that fantastic meal and getting all these things cleared up, I think I could go for a nice warm bath. I expect the two of you will want to enjoy the rest of your evening together. Brandon, if the two of you go out, I would like you back at 9:30 at latest tonight if you don’t mind. While I may accept you are mature, the mom in me thinks you need to get some more sleep. Jeannette,.