Scene of crime technicians gather evidence while detectives take statements from all of the witnesses. Ed’s assistant tells Mario what happened and ...ow it came about; making Mario very angry his favourite brother is dead. The requested amount of compensation is passed along and refused by Mario.It takes until lunchtime to clear everything away and clean up. The rest of Matt’s day progresses as usual, except for the addition of a visit by the trauma counsellor to speak with all involved except. "Can you spell that ma'am?" he said. Ma'am? Oh no, my voice was female now too. "Ma'am? Are you still there?" I hung up. I was in shock. My own voice was feminine now, and even the man on the phone thought I was a girl. All the salespeople at the stores had thought I was a girl, but that was when she was in control. But now that I was running things, it was a shock to have someone else think I was female. "I think I *am* a girl." I said in horror and disbelief. "I am a girl." "There, that's. After a few seconds, I slowly let it back out. As I take a breath through my nostrils the scent of you begs me for more. Back into my throat you go, my chin between your balls, my nose again in your hair. I hold for a few more seconds, then slide back to breathe, then take you once again. Your cock enters my throat nearly a dozen times when my facial muscles tell me I need a short break.My hand regains its grip on your shaft, this time pointing it straight up toward your face, and I lick over. Greg parked the bike in the garage and noticed that the Monte Carlo had been moved from its normal place to be replaced with an array of drop cloths and a bunch of paint cans and tools. He made his way upstairs toward the sounds of female laughter.When he stepped into the doorway, he saw Traci and Mandy attempting to cover the walls with paint. What they accomplished was getting more paint on themselves than on the walls. And from the position of the brush and roller marks, the splotches were.