I knewit was true and I couldn't do a damn thing about it....."It's time I explained what I'm going to do to you," he said as I sat onthe sofa in sile...ce. "I have some interesting fetishes and I will bemaking you live out each one until I find the perfect one for you. ThenI will make that your future." I was really frightened as he continued,"I have a smoking fetish as you may have realised but I also lovecrossdressers and shemales. You will be trying lots of new things." Your name is now Beth. I started this a year ago and my boyfriend at the time couldn’t handle it and I’ve been looking ever since. I feel you and I have great potential or I wouldn’t be revealing this to you. I know you must be wondering how in the hell it could work. I learned long ago how to separate relationships when I had more than one boyfriend at a time. When I am with a client, I AM with them, and likewise with you. You would never know about my work unless you ask, I promise.”Another question from Jeff, “You. OK?” “That’s fine, Jenny. Let’s get going.” “First, as you know, I’d lay my robe on the couch — he calls it the davenport.” As I spoke, I matched action to word. “And then I’d go get the strap, come back, and stand in front of him like this while he prayed for me to grow up a good girl.” Now came the tricky part: getting him to grab my breast without seeming too forward about it. Standing on his right, as usual, I had him take hold of my left wrist, then I raised it up behind my back, the way. Mum’s knickers just exacerbated the ‘problem’, so it was fortunate I didn’t have to stand up.At lunchtime Sandra slipped on a loose tile on the floor. Luckily she wasn’t hurt. No more than her pride anyway. But for a few moments I had a full view up her skirt and between her splayed legs. Beautiful lacy pink knickers! I couldn’t help looking. I wanted them. I wanted what was inside them as well, but I wanted those knickers.“Stop perving,” she snapped.“I’m not,” I snapped back. “Perving would be.