She was going to be staying in a smart hotel, right on the beach. She was, she said over and over, just dying to meet Damien so badly – There was no...way he could refuse. Both anticipation and apprehension filled him the longer they discussed their meeting. Finally, they set the date and time that she would be waiting for him in the lobby of her hotel. They both had seen photos of each other, so there would be no chance at a mistaken identity. Time seemed to move interminably slow, but before. Coming back to the present, Reni looked up and saw Dev smiling down at her. His eyes were filled with a fire she knew so well and he spoke in a tone that held no sign of being willing to argue. ‘Enough, on your hands and knees honey, I need to be in the jungle and take you like a lion takes his mate.’ She released him from her mouth and did as he asked, but not before moving on the rug like a female cat in heat might. When she was how he wanted her, he wasted no time gripping her hips and. Well that’s all her trolley contained, bottles of spirits, other than a bag of dog biscuits. I guess her age was mid-fifties to late-fifties, about thirty years older than us. Her hair was clearly coloured to disguise her grey hair and had that odd blue tinge to it that older woman seem to go for. What caught my eye though was an expensive brand of malt whisky in her trolley, emphasised by a large electronic security tag enveloping the cap. She’d loaded up other expensive brands as well, yet no. .. K .... Well, she says medication needs to be started. That would be estrogen of course, progesterone, then oxytocin and a pinch of dong quai, among other things. Thankfully that all comes in one neat pill, though the dosages and contents vary as we go along. She mentioned face shaping, adam's apple, nose, brows, chin, hips and shoulders. Major diet and liposuction, including lips. You will look like someone different, in spite of any effort otherwise, after that much work. Then she.