Either you're that good, or I'm more typical than I thought." A little of both," Mack laughed."I needed to talk to you, but the main reason I came by ...as to give you this."David opened the portfolio and carefully removed the oversized piece of heavyweight paper within. It was matted, but not framed. He turned the drawing toward Mack and placed it in his hands.Mack gazed at a picture of himself seated on a park bench, his legs crossed with one arm thrown over the back of the bench. Drawn in. “We should spend more time with you looking like this. But we don’t have time today to admire your body. I need to complete the inspection. Please remove your bra, panties and shoes. You can keep on your socks and tie.” I strip off the next layer and hand the items to you. I stand at attention on the rug, looking at you. You walk around me again slowly. You touch, pinch and let your hands explore as it pleases you. “You look very nice shaved. I would like to get a closer look. Please. Jen was having problems breathing, each thrust pushed her stomach against the horse crushing her against it and, as she gasped for breath inside the hot and stinking hood, the material and lumps of vomit were sucked into her mouth, half choking her. But there was nothing she could do to fight it, she’d been beaten, broken by the whipping, and, even if she’d wanted to struggle, firm hands gripping her hips and the collar around her neck meant she was going nowhere. At last the thrusts reached. When they walked in Janet-Two kicked off his heels the same as the real Janet. The two girls both sat on the couch together; put their bare feet on the coffee table and crossed their ankles while smoothing their skirts. "This is a bit unnerving." John thought as he got up and went to fix supper. "What would you like to eat?" "I spaghetti is my favorite." Janet-Two spoke. "Mine too." John said feeling like he was talking to himself in a mirror while dressed up to look his fem best. Janet-Two.