‘Justin is always going on about what a ‘cool’ guy you are. And thank you for the ride. I wasn’t looking forward to a taxi ride home. And plea...e call me Carol.’ That stopped me for just a second. Carol was my ex-wife’s name, you just had to be a Carol, I thought. I’d never actually met Mrs. Reynolds before. I’d just seen her from a distance when she picked up Justin. Up close she was an attractive woman, in spite of the yellow, blue, and sickly green of her bruises. I watched as Carol got out. He tried his best. He onlywanted to make his wife happy. And of course, to keep the mob in the darkabout Heather's true identity.He was making progress at doing his own makeup, though rather slowly. Itbecame routine for him to do his own cosmetics and hair. Only on specialoccasions would Ellen step in and work her magic. His lingerie becamemore and more womanly every day. He never looked like a beauty queen buthe was completely and convincingly tricked out as a stylish woman wheneverhe. She started pour water on my shoulders. After that she started to soap me and after some flesh she started to soap at my penis which was still erect then. Then she holds my penis in her hand and started to stroke it in to and fro motion. Still as I was a virgin I had not taken my foreskin back, it pains me. She asked me, “kai huyo” I said, “duke he”.She said, “tu haltak kadi masturbate nai karyo kai?” I said, “masturbate mhanje kai?” she said,” thane kai tha koni kai?” I said what? Then she. “Good boy,” she said “now kneel down.”I did as I was told.Slowly she sat down on the edge of her bed showing off the white above her stockings yet again. Then doing her best Sharon Stone impression she crossed and uncrossed her legs offering a straight line view to her smooth pussy.She clearly saw my reaction and lifted her Louboutin-encased foot towards me.“Take off my shoe,” she whispered “slowly,”Easing the stiletto from her foot I looked to her for approval.“Now rub my foot,” she ordered.I.