He knelt between my legs and I could not wait for what I knew was about to happen. I LOVE being eaten, I almost love it more than being fucked, especi...lly if the man really knows what he is doing.He spread my skirt wide and spread my legs as wide apart as possible, he then went down on me, digging his tongue deep into my cunt. I was so wet, it felt wonderful, he knew what he was doing.. Then he started nibbling on my clit and was slowly easing a finger into my bum, I was so wet that there were. Then, she remembered! She had made a foolish assignation with Buzz... for tonight!Oh, God! What made me do a thing like that? I can't let him think... that I'm an-an adulterous wife of my own choosing! What can I do to get out of it... ?While she had been thinking about her problems, she had worked steadily at her camp housekeeping tasks; now, she had completed her chores, and she looked around for Jim. He was nowhere to be seen in the camp area. She was worried, but she didn't want to alarm. As the water bounced down her skin, she reached for the shower gel, theone she used when she was a man, and poured a generous amount into herhands. She began to rub it over her plump body, as if she was trying towash away her new gender. Her hair, shoulders, armpits were soon coatedwith masculine smelling lather, she massaged her breasts, but as she didso, something strange happened, she felt a soft warmth growing in herchest, she gently stroked her large breasts, each stroke of her. A little pampering here andthere is not too much to provide, in view of the potential returns."We maintain a hospitality suite at the Ritz Carlton to relieve them ofthe necessity of securing their own accommodation - which would almostcertainly be less convenient or less comfortable."We also maintain a chauffeured limousine at their beck and call.Cassandra, I want to assign someone from the office to act as a kind of'special liaison' to these VIP's when they visit us. I want someone whois.