Well it isgoing to be fulfilled except on my terms. Do you understand?"I hung my head and just replied, "Yes Mistress." My life as aman was over, and ... knew it.Candy inserted the gag and went to work on my eyebrows. Shetweezed and shaped them until they were as feminine as possible.Then she plugged in the tattoo gun, and went to work. I feltsting after sting as she inked my eyebrows. She did my lips, andinked permanent eyeshadow on my eyelids. I was in agony, and Icouldn't stop crying, while. I wasn't sure if i had offended her but she said,"Not at all.It's just that i have never been called a milf before.But as i am 60 years old i guess i feel quite pleased to be thought of in that way".We headed back to my place and as she seemed a bit nervous i made her a drink first.As we sat there making small talk she leant over and kissed me before saying,"Come on young man lets get you to bed before you realise that you have asked an old girl back to go to bed with you and change your. Invitation offered, invitation accepted.He moves on to practical matters. What should she wear? A moment’s thought and I suggest something stylish, 1950’s and flowing, perhaps a long dress that Ava Gardner or Kim Novak would love to have been seen wearing. He smiles - Emma would like that. And underneath the dress? My turn to smile. Emma knows my preferences - I will leave that to her. He nods, his mind already reeling with possibilities......The restaurant is busy and, as is her nature, Emma. I lay on the bed naked and hard, waiting for her, when she came out she was still naked but had a towel rapped about her head, she stopped and looked at me, “You have a lovely cock sweetheart, just what I like inside me” she leant over and kissed me, I took hold of her cute tits and played with them, she pulled back, “No I must not, I have to get ready for work” she moved over to the mirror and got out her bra and panties and put them on, then she started to apply her makeup, I sat up,.