Her brown hair was curled and shoulder length. She wasn’t beautiful in the usual sense of the word, but she had a presence. For the first time since...I arrived home last night I thought I might be able to see a light at the end of the tunnel, or at least enough to see I was in a tunnel. ‘Mr. Ames, I’m Sally Fields. Remind me to thank Glen for the referral.’ ‘Ms. Fields, I’m very pleased to meet you. Please, call me Jack. Everyone does.’ ‘Okay, Jack it is. Come with me and let’s get started.. His voice seemed to be stuck in a high register. "Oh, sorry," said the man, "but you're kinda dressed like one, andat this time of night, and...I'll pay you for one anyway. God, you'rebeautiful. I get a hard-on just looking at your face, not to mention--" "No, thank you," said Corey, getting in, and when the man tried tokeep him from shutting the door, Corey, his muscles still his ownunderneath the girl-suit, slammed the car door on his hand. The manyelped with the pain, cringed aside. She stopped behind me and looked down at me, then looked up at the mirror.“Look at you Billy, naked on your knees just for me.” More blood left my brain and rushed to my already engorged crotch. “I see you you Billy, my naked little stroker. I see your bare ass at my feet, I see you stroking your dick, I see you for what you are Billy, my own naked little stroking worshipping bitch. Take your hands off that cock and put them on your thighs Billy. No stroking until I say so.”I complied and knelt. She was good-looking but I wouldn’t let her. She’d been looking at me a bit funny for a while, holding me to show me racquet grips, and showering right at the same time, and next to me, things like that. I’d begun to realise there was something about me now I had hips and tits.“She didn’t push it but then a couple of days later she invited me to play a mixed doubles that afternoon, with her and the biology master and the head of science. I was flattered. I’ve got a good eye and good timing and.