The program depicts thesoundwave of the female version of my voice - Diana's voice - and thenwhen I try and match it pairs that soundwave against the ...ther. So Ican see where my intonations are off. It takes some focus and a lot ofwork but I'm getting better at letting Diana do the talking!Then each night I drink some of Celine's tea - her "sleepy time" blend -to help me get to sleep quicker. I pop in the earbuds and bring up Ms.Cambrai's audio files to play more of those "Deportment. Her face had somehow appeared familiar...Almost like the face ofsomeone I knew, but couldn't quite place, because I had not seen myselfyet!My body was thin and elegant; possessing curves that would make any red-blooded woman green with envy; and any red-blooded man, especiallysailors - hard as a rock.I couldn't help but stare at the small bosom projecting from my chest. Myhair hanging down to partially hide most of me. As I pushed my long hairout of my eyes, the sight of my naked chest caused. I felt the tip of his member bounce around for a while. It wasnt until I felt something brush against my ass that I realized The Bitch had one of her chubby hands wrapped around the manhood. I wondered what she was up to until the tip of the cock pressed against one of my orifices. It wasnt my pussy. My eyes widened in shock and my lips parted. Before I could say a single word, the studly animal jerked forward, sending his member flying deep into my ass. Deeper and deeper in travelled until. Marg and I went to the city shopping, leaving the men to have a few more drinks then meet us back at margarate’s house. Whilst out we called into a fantastic sex shop which sold all kinds of kinky things, with my nipples aching and my juices running I bought some sexy clothes which I knew would blow my old mans mind and hopefully get me the shagging of my life. On arrival at Marg’s house we found the men with cocks in hand watching a blue movie on the tv. Leaving the men to their wanking Marg.