The feminine appearance of my face, the lovely clothes, and theoverall look of being a woman, gave me a thrill. I had decided thatdespite my disgust a... the foolishness of it all, until that thrill wentaway then I must continue the treatment. I hurried home to finish my preparations. The bread was almost done andwould still be warm when Pat came over. I had set up the dining roomtable with some flowers and our nice place settings. Normally if it werejust Jeanie and I, we would eat out on the. And fucking large it was too. Banging. Pumping. Kicking. Moving. Gurrh! The E was coming up. She was really rushing. She pressed herself against Barry, who as always was a bit anxious when Kirsten was coming on strong. But fuck him! She was enjoying herself. She grabbed him around the waist and they boogied together as the swirling cathedral sounds of ‘Avenue’ gave way to some record she recognized but didn’t know, vocal sounds breaking in like waves of orgasm through the dense rhythms, in. When she did, it was in his study, where she stood before his desk again, feeling like a schoolgirl 'on the mat' before the headmistress.As she entered he had told her to keep her clothes on, and she felt quite bereft, that she was not to be punished was good, but did that mean they were not to pleasure each other? She knew it was sinful, despite his words in the confessional, but she had become accustomed to him making her shudder, and a modern psychiatrist would say she was conditioned to. This meant we would have French toast once a week and fresh egg dishes another day.On some mornings we also had fresh red berries with cereal as I had a big supply of oat O's, corn flakes, raisin bran and rice squares, among other kinds of cereals. I also had a large amount of sweetened oat meal. This was a big hit because of the sweetness of the sugar. For reasons of dental hygiene, I limited this to once a week. Every morning we had some kind of meat. This included, bacon, pork sausage.