We’re over it.” “Yes, its all straightened out, Jennifer,” I said sharply. I got up and turned on the entertainment system. The internet radio...station started playing a piece by Sting. “Pretty!” I said and sat down next to Jennifer. She rose and moved next to Roger. Her eye lashes fluttered. She poured some wine in a glass and handed it to Roger, then fed him a wafer with an orange slice of cheese on it. Chewing, he took a sip of wine and returned my wife’s gaze. She had positioned herself so. Using the cane at this angle meant the tip could just bite into the tops of her right leg, creating deep red ends to each stroke.Finally, the caning was over and I took off the coat hanger-nipple clamp. I was pleased to see it had done its job well, keeping her nipples under constant tension, engorging them, and making them stand proud of her pert breasts. I put her fully over the chair now so her bottom was upper most because I wanted to take her from behind. She submissively stayed in this. He did notice the tops the women wore were a bit more like back home. The younger women, in particular, were not opposed to showing a bit of cleavage or having their arms bare. Many of the older women wore light materials that covered most of their arms but let their bodies breathe. He did notice they liked wide-brimmed hats and approved. Even the men wore hats due to the hot weather.Then he saw it. All thoughts of clothes went out of his head when he spotted a brown fedora style hat that. She's verydetermined like that.I have always, since I can first remember, even as a slim and guiltyyoung trannie, longed for someone to have this relationship with. Onejust like this. Where I am loved and cared for, and yet tortured bydesires denied. By a woman. By this woman. I realize now that itcouldn't be anyone else. Couldn't ever have been, and never ever willbe anyone else. At this level, at any level, I have found and beenfound by my soul mate. How she knew this so many years ago is.