He said he was going to paint my red wagon or somethinglike that."The two other women looked at each other and then burstinto laughter."What?" Katie s...id, wanting to be in on the joke.Liz simply waved the question off, but Rachel was quickto respond."Well, I don't know how to tell you this, girlfriend,"she said with a smirk. "But you're in for a spanking."As the women walked the four blocks back to their office,Katie lagged a few steps behind her friends until sheeventually slowed to a. All she wants to do is, hang out with that freaky girl that wants to be a man." I said, hoping that Mom wouldn't say 'I told you so'."The last time I had lunch with her, that's all she talked about." Mom replied as she wiped her face and looked at me with a big smile. "Good for you, now just tell me that you want to come back home and you'll make my day!" she added with a hopeful look on her pretty, but tired face."I was going to wait to tell you about leaving Carrie and I ask if you'd mind a. My legs, shaved smooth, had been shrouded in stockings, themicro-fibers hugging my legs and ever so slightly shaping them infeminine form. Turning me on the stool, Mistress graced me withher loving and powerful gaze. Wordlessly, she reached down andbrought a five-inch high-heeled pump before my face. Knowing myduty, I began to lick the shoe, tasting its leather and loving itas a fetish object. After I had licked the shoe clean, Mistresshad me bend over the stool. Rubbing the shoe all over my. ” “Say whut??” the skinny woman blurted in a humorous tone. “Are you shit’in me?” “See how I’m dressed? I do this on purpose. It’s my way of keeping his nose off of other women. Don’t take that the wrong way. It’s not like that,” she added, lying through her teeth. “But it’s so bad, that he gets bothered up by me…his own mother. So for him to jump on you…well like I said…you probably gagged him out. Sorry. Don’t take it personal.” “Are you telling me he…he gets off to you?” “Yes,” she.