I gotta wait until you’ll listen.’ ‘Uh, okay.’ She picked up a forkful of omelet and paused. Dan watched her. He knew she was only attempting ...his to appease him. She’d never admit that. The fork poked and prodded everything on the plate. She finally settled on taking a big drink of orange juice. When she set it down, he refilled it. She looked up at him and then back down at the still full plate. She would never finish the whole thing. He reached out a hand, took an orange slice, and made. Out of sheer politeness he did not ask which was the problem.Several of the ladies who had known David, and his late wife June, spoke to him and he noticed that at least one whose husband they had known no longer wore a wedding band. One or two others were divorced or widowed when June had been a regular at All Saints and were within five or so years of David’s age.By the end of the morning David had selected three possible targets for his next foray into the enjoyable hobby of dominating a. "Let's try a little makeup, okay?" Ummm..." I made a bit of a face, but I knew I had to do it.I was a girl, I reminded myself. This wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't wrong. I was supposed to look like this. I'd only forgotten how to do it, that's all. I'd worn dresses before. I tried to think of Jared and how much I wanted him to see me as a girl. I'd get my picture taken and send it to him, I reminded myself. He wouldn't think I looked funny, would he? Neither would Steve. The only one who thought. One night I opened my profile to this message: in town for one night, 8 inch cock. I was mesmerized by the pictures of his dick. So I sent him a message last night. We agreed to meet up early next morning. I had a hell of a time getting to sleep, nerves, and excitement just thinking of that huge cock filling me up, my dripping pussy stretched with that manly girth, making me feel like a virgin all over again…When my alarm went off this morning, I had a message waiting for me from him asking if.