Then I look at his car and it’s not a police car and it’s a lot too old and decrepit looking to be one of the unmarked cars the cops sometimes use...for speeders. And the cop himself smells, well, pretty ripe.It dawns on me that this guy isn’t a cop! He’s just a man with a gun who’s trying to kidnap me!We’re silhouetted in his headlights as he jabs me again with the flashlight, and then I hear a rustle nearby and he turns to blast a shot that way and I hear the stone whistling through the air. We have a few more people coming later, and the weekend is for you all to enjoy as you please. Thanks for coming."The conversation is mostly about my beauty and submissiveness, my likes and dislikes, as My Lady emphasises her ownership of me by feeding me as I kneel beside her. I am an object, a beautiful one, delicate, obliging, obedient. I am to be enjoyed, for that enjoyment brings joy to me. But like any precious object, I am to be treated with care. And My Lady is lending me to them,. " Exactly," I said, sitting at my vanity table again, "but in the last analysis, I was the one that changed my sex, when I embraced my womanhood and made it mine."Shelly stepped over to me and leaned forward, so she could adjust her wig in my mirror. Then she pointed to the hairbrush in my lap. "One hundred brushes, woman," she teased. "Remember? For that bouncy look." Where was I?" Eighty." Shelly resumed her position on the corner of my bed."Thanks." I began brushing again, counting silently. Against the registration. The club then gave you a card to use on future visits. Many of the pros used stage names, she said, and she kidded us to come up with our own. Amy’s registered name was Angelina, but she stopped using it after awhile because she decided it was silly. As to how money changed hands inside the club, Amy said it was easiest to think of it as give and take. The “givers” perform for the “takers,” and takers tip the givers. If you are just doing something together for fun,.