See, this email was the penultimate step in a very, very long process, aprocess that began over two years ago, and one that involved copiousmeasures o... waiting, frustration, anxiety, dejection, hope, more waiting,excitement, patience, impatience, still more waiting, and indeed a wholegalaxy of other emotions, some of which I'm not even sure I have a namefor.This email was the final confirmation of my sex reassignment surgery, or,as we in trans community prefer to call it, "gender affirmation. Her mannerisms reminded me of her Dad, the consumate salesman who never stops selling.Hannah sat with one foot tucked under her, the other facilitating a methodical rocking motion of her hips as she talked. Her nails teased her young flesh, innocently brushing across hard nipples as the other hand dipped into her lap. She lowered the camera to give her audiance a view of her open thighs and the shear thin panties that so delicately kept her pouty lips in place.I'm not sure of what Hannah was. My mouth is moving but you can't hear anything because your ears are crushed between my feet.I move my feet away and you are just barely able to understand what I am saying. “Well, this has been fun but it’s time for me to go.” I see understanding register in your eyes and I rise from my chair.This necessitates the movement of my left foot in order to avoid falling down, but I keep my right foot firmly on your arm. As I get to my full height you are able to see up my skirt for what will end up. He lifts her long hair to one side to uncover the nape of her neck, kisses it gently before saying, "Tell me again, Caz. Tell me how his cock tasted." I've an essay to finish," Caroline says, her pen moving quickly across the page."Please, Caz. It won't take long. I've got a hard-on just thinking about him having you like that."It's five nights since Caroline's visit to Dammartin Manor. This evening she's sat at home doing coursework at the table, the one set against the back wall in the living.