After opening all three boxes I didn?t know where to start. From wig, makeup, high heels to mini dresses and breast forms, everything was there. It wa... a T-girl?s dream come true.I ran upstairs to start my transformation process not before opening a bottle of red wine and serve myself a glass (nothing sexier than lipstick marks on a glass of red wine). As part of my planing, I determined that it would take a month for my body hair to grow back so my wife wouldn?t notice. I jumped into the. «What are your sizes?» he asked.There was no reply from either woman.«How do I get items that will fit if you won’t tell me your sizes?»Frieda said, «We can select the right sizes ourselves.»That piece of insolence, as he saw it, caused Mahmoud ibn Sultan to apply his whip to her arse cheeks, saying, «Slaves ‘select’ nothing but are grateful for anything they are allowed. I see we will have to take your measurements ourselves. That will be fun. »He might have thought it fun, but it was far from. You feel his wet thumb trace down your chin, your neck and then down over your breast to your hard nipple. His thumb slowly circles around and around. He then grips your nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolls it tightly between them making you moan. Your arms pull at your restraints, anxious to touch him. With his free hand he reaches over and strokes your other breast until he finds your hard nipple and roughly rolls it as well between thumb and forefinger.You lay in your blindfolded. So she got herself dressed with a short skirt that would show off her athletic legs, a low cut top that enhanced her pert C-cup breasts, six inch heels, and the coups-des-gras of a thong and Ben-Wa balls placed deep in her vagina. As Jen shopped for the perfect meal, she worked hard to keep the balls inside of her. Their rocking within her sent Jen into heights of ecstasy she had not experienced in a long time. The fact that she was doing this in such a public place added to the sensation and.