In her hand the girl was holdinga full head-mask that would cover her hair and eyes, leaving only her noseand mouth exposed. The hood had little point... ears set high on the head.The girl was wearing a fantasy cat-costume........and the girl was ME!!!!!I couldn't help myself; I ran my hands over my new breasts and gasped asthe nipples suddenly sprang into prominence. I had never experience asensation like that before. I continued to fondle myself with one hand,whilst the other crept down, over. " I shrugged."Okay, don't open the fucking door, I don't care." He put up a hand to stop me and I just kept on walking and his hand jerked away as it almost touched my chest and he got out of my way and I walked in. I turned around and looked at my police escort. "Well, just don't stand there, come on!" They were all standing out there on the side walk looking at the me shaped hole in the door where I'd walked in through the door. One of the ends of the brass bars across the glass fell out of. Okay. I can do that."Still smiling, his teeth white in his dark face, Simon earnestly toldhim, "First you must open and read the card, but you must wait forChristmas. Open the gift only when you are sure you will have completeprivacy. Second, believe what you read and see. If this was to be a gaggift then you would have received it inside to share the mirth with ourfriends, deal?" Sure, Simon I can do that," Gordon replied a little confused at therequests. "Good! One more thing my friend,. ”“How dare you!” screams Mitzi.The man sighs and starts dialling.“Please don’t,” I say. “There must be something we can do for you.”He looks at me, then back at his phone.“I don’t like trannies,” he says.“Why?” I say, although without my usual fire.“You can punch Kelly in the face!” Mitzi cries.The man’s eyes widen; he blinks, looks at Mitzi and then looks at me.“Why can’t he punch you in the face?” I ask Mitzi.“You look like you’ve been punched in the face before,” Mitzi says.“You try.