“I’m hanging in there. It’s been rough, but I’m hanging in there.”In the pause that followed, I decided to throw it out there: “How is Lis...? Have you talked to her?”“John ... truthfully, she’s absolutely miserable.”“I ... see.” I couldn’t really see a good path away from that comment, so instead I asked, “How did you get me here?”She snorted derisively. “It wasn’t easy! None of us had your number, and Lisa certainly wasn’t going to give it to us. I managed to find your LinkedIn profile and it. I felt oddly remote, oddly content. Shifting slightly in the chair, it wasas if I could stand apart and watch myself, or someone rather like me,though with one important difference. And yet it still was me sitting inthat chair, wrapped in that soft cotton, feeling that unexpected give andbind of a kind of clothing I had never worn before, caress a body Ithought I knew well, so well that I had not thought of what it felt, notfor years. To feel it now was something I did not want to end.I looked. Your arousal undeniable,Your moans soft and low,You respond to my every touch,As your juices start to flow.I position myself between your legs,As I spread them nice and wide,I gently position my engorged tip,As I prepare to go inside.I slowly enter your waiting canal,It feels so soft and tight,I start to push my way on in,Soon with all my might.My motions start to escalate,Soon I‘m on a roll,My pumping takes on a new zest,As I start to lose control.I start to pump, I start to hump,Soon I start. She, too, was five feet eight inches tall, had an excellent figure, and was really quite lovely.At that point, the announcer on the tee said, “It is with the greatest pleasure that we welcome our guests of honor today. We have with us Her Grace, Maria, la Duchesse du Bourgogne, Duchess of Norfolk, la Marquessa de Toledo, Countess Jutland. With her is her sister, Her Grace, Anna, Duchess of Suffolk, la Marquise de Flandres, Contessa di Pavia. Along with some of the oldest titles of nobility in.