Trying to get up he felt aweight on his chest and thought, "Fuck." He was a woman. He got up andsaw the breasts on his chest. And they were pretty big... Or was it hishand that were smaller? Well at least the lady didn't have big nails. Hecould feel hair cascading from his head. Clear blonde. He hated blondehair, but his wife loved it so I guess she will love this, he thought. Hecouldn't see below his breasts so he sent a hand to search and felt asmall patch of hair above an unfamiliar slit.. It clearly did not take a doctorate to see that something was deeply bothering him. She normally waited until the Starr Treatment* was underway to do this, but right now she picked up the ‘Session in progress, please do not disturb’ slate and slid it into its wedge in the door, shut it and locked it. She sat back down, rolled the chair over towards him, close enough to rub his shoulder. When he uncovered his face, she smiled at him. ‘Dr. Angie’s in,’ she encouraged. ‘Lay it on me.’ Jed slowly. ‘I asked the band to play this especially for you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘This is your night, and so that I can hold you close while we dance.’ ‘Won’t Mother be angry?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You know, because of that thing that you have going on between the two of you.’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ ‘You must be the only person that doesn’t. It’s common knowledge that you and Mother are having an affair.’ ‘I’m sure that she’ll understand that I don’t want to be seen monopolizing her.’ ‘Will she?’. Then she used her left hand to lift her shirt up over her breasts, one side at a time, while masturbating with her right. She watched herself tweak one nipple then the other to make them erect, it didn’t take very long for that to happen. Then she turned her attention back towards me, continuing to rub her clitoris with her right hand. She beckoned for me with her free hand. I engaged all the self-control I could muster so that I just walked over towards her at a normal pace, my insides,.