"To give youan idea of what she might think, shall we take it to the salon later andshow it to Aunty Isabell before we post it? That's a good idea, is...'tit? Don't you think? You can take it and show your Aunty Isy first. Whata splendid thought! See what she and the rest of the girls in the salonthink. Okay?" As ever protesting had only worsened his plight, and hebit back a wail of anguish.Emma was far from finished with this letter writing caper. "Now then,David." He looked startled at the rare. You could give their husbands pointers on how to please a womanwith your mouth."She sighed, and said, "One last thing before you go to sleep. We needyou to have a new name, since being Joseph wont suit you anymore. Ah!I'll call you Joan."He looked up at her questioningly."Not very grateful for my gift. I could just left you without a name. ormake you explain why a Joseph dresses like a woman. Thank me!" Th.....thank you ..mm... mistress" he stuttered."For that, I'm giving you an assignment. I. With a shout, I came in her mouth, again a first, and she swallowed each pulse, never removing her mouth until I was completely spent. Looking up at me she smiled, and kissed my stomach, then up my chest, before kissing me hard on the lips."Thank you for a wonderful vacation." she sighed before laying on my still heaving chest and drifting off to sleep.After we got back home, she suprised me again by buying me an expensive set of irons that I had been looking at. Clearly, I had scored big. “Uuuuuurrrrrffff... uuuurrrrrfffff... uuuuuurrrrrrffffff...”“For the next few weeks,” continued Quentin, “you’ll have one up you for eight hours a day. Every day. And they’ll get bigger. By the time I’ve finished, you’ll be taking nine inches. Like Julia and the girls now can. Nothing to it, my beauty!”He gave Simone’s scarred bottom a none to gentle slap. Was he getting through to her? Did she understand? Or was she too distraught? It didn’t matter much. She’d hear all the glad tidings again.