Which he knows belongs to him and him alone.As I walk into the hotel bar it seems a little quiet tonight. A couple just leaving and a guy sitting in ...he corner alone reading his newspaper. He looks up as I pass and I smile briefly acknowledging his glance, before turning to look for the man I really want to see. He looks up and I can see instantly he approves of the dress I have chosen which clings to my curves. A fine jersey wrap dress with a thin tie belt at the waist, which literally holds. Renees nipples were as hard as a rock, something I have not seen very often from her, not even in a cold breeze. She seemed to be very relaxed, more than I ever remember her with me. Seeing her like this was really making me feel good in many ways. Looking around the room all the feathers seemed to be doing their job very well. Karen asked Renee how she was doing and she replied, that feels good and its soothing and exciting at the same time. Great honey, just stay relaxed cause your in good. I met Her and saw Her pose years later, She saw the scans of Her photos from my mags with captions and spunk-stains, not just when I sent them to Her but seeing them on my laptop during Worship Sessions that She allowed me. I also told Her, in worship sheets, emails and Explicit Messages, that She’d made me pants-spunk in the shop once. This shop was Nostalgia Publications in York, and back in the 80s and 90s I got a lot of import mags there, as well as back-numbers of Spick & Span. This mag. "I heard of the famous gay-village that the city was well known foralthough I had never actually been there myself. And the thought ofappearing in public dressed as a woman was daunting to say the least?"Don't worry it's a Wednesday night so it's t-girl night in thevillage. There will be lot's of sissies like you out and lot's of menthat are into them." You will look as good as any of the 'girls' there tonight and a lotbetter than most," he laughed.This didn't fill me with much consolation if I.