"Yeah, but I don't think that even she was dressed this sexy," Helen said. I sat on the bar stool, but the skirt was so shirt that the cool leather ...as directly on half of my ass cheeks. It was nice. "Damn, how did I not write in about getting bottle service when I wrote out the dare last year?" Melissa laughed. "Probably, because when you wrote it at the end of the night we'd all had like 20 shots," Ralph said. We sat around drinking and having snacks for a good while. Lots of joking. . I could feel myself drifting off and I felt guilty about falling asleep and leaving Jack to suffer the ride alone. I fought it for as long as I could, but I finally laid my head on his shoulder and I was out like a light. The next thing that I was aware of was Jack gently nudging me awake. We were about to enter New York City and he knew that I wouldn’t have wanted to miss my first glimpse of this magical city. Somehow, I had managed to sleep right through all of the stops we had made along. The revelation of Sue-Ann’s heavy but perfectly formed breasts and her delicately shaped nipples in their naked glory took my breath away, and, despite Cindy’s impeccable professional veneer, I could see that she too was moved by the beauty of this girl. Throughout the fitting Cindy never once touched her in a way that I felt was inappropriate, and I sensed what an effort of self-discipline that involved. She wrote down a number of suggestions to help Sue-Ann choose bras that would fit her. Whilst they thought I was guilty of murder, Idoubted that they would support my forced feminisation and hand me backto my captors. However, I knew that their house would probably be thefirst place that would be raided and I needed someone who would be ableto help me hide for a few days.But who? I had no friends having spent my last eight years locked up inprison, and I could hardly count on the kindness of strangers. Of course-my boyfriend. He loved me; or rather he loved who he thought I was..