Lenore had a knotted cord, too thin to be a fourragé, worn around her neck and showing from her collar to the left breast pocket on her dark jacket. ...hat it signified, Robert was unsure – Lenore seemed to have had more time in service than Lynne, but still it didn't seem to be the entire answer.As Lenore parked the van, Robert could see the trellises and vines with their heavy burdens and dense foliage stretching in neat rows across the hillside. A long, low house stretched away from the large. It was Linda who suddenly broke the silence. "It is good you have comehere to learn how to handle a sissy and it is my pleasure guiding you intogiving Marcy here the best possible treatment for a sissy. After all Marcyis one of my most faithful customers here and it would be a shame if shedidn't get to be who she is at the core even though she has a veryunderstanding girlfriend, just Cause that girlfriend wouldn't know how totreat a sissy," she said with a big smile.It was more of a show really. She had never felt this way before. Confused and angry, yet soothed and calm. She didn't think to struggle, she knew what was below her, and was too afraid of what might be ahead. They climbed the staircase for so long she actually began to fall asleep. He shook her awake as he adjusted her against his shoulder. They had finally reached a platform. She strained against him, trying to see what was in front of them, but his frame was too large and her long curling blonde hair was hanging in front. It was a nice 2 story building and looked a little big for only 2 of them. They offered me a nice cup of coffee and some snacks.Let me describe the couple. Amit, the man, was 29 years of age, fair, and had a small belly bulge out of him. The female Manisha, 27 years old, fair, and had an average build. But she was really busty as her books were popping out of her salwar. They were from Maharashtra settled in Bangalore after their marriage.We spoke for quite some time, and they asked if we could.