I walked to the large mirror and turned onthe vanity lights that circled it. I took one look then I teetered andfell off the heels and into a heap on ...he floor!My heart was pounding and I was horrified as I lay there trying to makesense of all this. But I had to look again. I struggled up and sat onthe little padded vanity chair and looked into the mirror once again.I couldn't recognize myself! I looked like Pamela Anderson, thenremembered Lorraine's last giggling words, "yes, just like a. "How do you mean?"Standing up, she guided me up, and we walked through the front door ofthe guest house. It was gorgeous, inside. White marble tiles, warmcolours on the wall, baskets and vases of fresh flowers everywhere.It was nicer than any other place I'd ever been inside, except themain mansion. One opulent room led to the next, while she pointed outartwork, or where she'd bought that armoire, and told stories of hertravels.Eventually, we were in the master bedroom. It was bigger than. "But why do you have lube, you didn't know you were going to meet me?" It's not just trans girls who like getting fucked in the ass," I said. "I wasn't planning to meet anyone, but I thought I'd come prepared, just in case." Well, I think that puts you back in the lead on the naughty points scoreboard," Yana exclaimed.I laughed, got to my feet, and entered the villa. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the bottom of my bedside drawer and returned to the veranda.Yana was lying on her side, biting. My groan burst into a cry.When he stopped, I trembled and then collapsed onto the floor, head resting against the table, fingers holding the edge, looking up at him with pleading eyes.And he just smiled and opened his suit jacket.And began unzipping his pants.~~~This was becoming a weekly routine with us, usually on Thursdays or Fridays, after a staff meeting. Like today, after I walked with the other schoolmarms to the office to sign out. I started to hang back, telling them to have good.