Christ, loads of it. Had the postman not been for a bloody week ? Then another Client. He was quite nice. In his fifties, maybe. I’d bet he’d fuck...me if I let him. He was, unfortunately, an acquaintance of my husband, so, no go. Then, of course, his tale of woe. I stood up and walked around as he carried on talking. I have a full length mirror in the office and I watched his eyes fixed on my legs. Go on, look long and hard, mate. Imagine me bent over my desk. Dress up round my neck. Go on,. So after I wrote the first story, I have been contacted by a lot of people, and had some online fun with a few, but this one guy, Mike from way down south started texting me, and we really connected, keep in mind Sam from part one has flaked out at this point since our meeting. Mike much like Sam, and myself is straight, and married, well as I am learning about myself, I do not think I am straight anymore, and it seems Mike has come to the same conclusion about his sexuality, and it is hard to. We can go back in after an hour or so if you would like.’ ‘Can you shave me now?’ I had to chuckle, she sounded like a little girl asking if she could open her presents now. ‘Let me fix me some coffee first. Look into the bag on the counter, all of that is for you.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘Read the instructions.’ She ate her candy as she did and I rejoined her at the table with my coffee. She looked up feminine hygiene on her tablet and clicked on the shaving link. ‘This is a lot of trouble,’ she said. ‘It is. That is the first step to recovery.Bob: Yeah, um, anyway, my week was pretty good. I bought a new schoolgirl outfit for Sheepy-p*o but it only came with one pair of knee socks. I tried to explain to the guy on the phone that I needed two pairs of knee socks. I don't want Sheepy-p*o's hind legs getting cold. Sheepy-p*o looked sooo good. Didn't you Sheepy-p*o? Yes, good Sheepy-p*o...Pete: Will you let up, it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: People!.