Gennie, had made it very clear that his therapy was not to help him accept his new role, but rather to assure that he would always remember his manhoo... and that anytime that his mannerisms, his tone of voice, his walk, his thrill as his DD tits were massaged by another person, male or female, were brought to conscience thought, so with it would come the hypno-enhanced embarrassment and humiliation felt by a man forced to wear skirts because he could not remember how to put on a pair of pants,. She sat on the leather seat and began to shiver. But, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the coolness of the seat or the sudden nervousness she felt. She hadn’t really thought about the fact that though he seemed nice, she was going alone with a stranger without telling anyone her whereabouts. She could just see this being a story teachers tell in high school about the innocent girl who was raped and murdered by a psychopath. Grant walked around the car and got in. He looked over and it. The taste of you, the warmth emanating from you, the need you feel for sweet release, are beginning to overwhelm me. Though I wanted to tease you for as long as I possibly could, at some point I’ll no longer stand being separated from you by even just the thin material of your underwear. Sitting up, I’ll grasp at your hips and slide my hands down your legs, dragging your panties away from your wet folds and tossing them to the side. You are so incredibly sexy as you lewdly spread your legs wide. ’ She responded, ‘Thanks for the complements. I like to give you a good show. Take a good look at my breasts as I take off my blouse.’ She quickly removed her blouse and was not wearing a bra. Eric leaned toward her to kiss her breasts. She said, ‘I’m wearing a short skirt without panties. I like to do that so I can show off.’ She got up to sit in a chair opposite Eric. She sat in a position with her short skirt riding up high on her legs. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way..