I certainly wasn't a 'hulk'. Most women considered me "too small and too pretty", as they often put it, to take seriously. True, I could have had any ...oman I wished simply by flashing my money around. Does that sound cynical? Anyway, I didn't want to do that and didn't respect guys who did. Then there was Kyra. She and I were within millimeters of the same height. If my diminutive, less-than-imposing physical size and pretty-boy good looks were a problem for her, she never mentioned it. She had. She was beautifully dressed in fitted skirt and jacket from one of the great fashion houses of Europe. Her jewelry sparkled and her hair and make up was perfect. Her stilettos matched the pastel blue outfit perfectly. I knew that I was looking at a five thousand dollar outfit.I curtsied and wrangler bowed (butch T girl) before my mistress."Good morning wrangler. I trust all is well down on the farm." Yes mistress everything is great. Milk production is up and the paying perverts loved the show. First, I trusted T. He's a very large man and I knew that no matter what he could protect me if things got crazy. Second, I really, really wanted this fantasy. I opened the door to find T and two other guys. I was relieved to see they were both good looking. I'd worried I wouldn't be attracted to them but that was not the case at all. T introduced us - Jordan and Patrick. They hugged me. T said, "She's all yours boys." They started getting undressed, so I did too. I left my panties on, mostly. " Fine, but watch your hands!"She put her hand on one of her son's hands and brought it up to her waist."OK, sorry Mom."She didn't touch his other hand, which was still planted on her butt. Joey noticed that his mother didn't sound angry. He wasn't sure how to categorize her tone, but he could tell it wasn't especially negative. After a short while, he slid the hand his mother had moved, back to her bottom. This time he squeezed her with both hands."Joooeeeeeey," she said in a sing-song.