Starts about five. Finishes at eleven. Tuesday to Saturday. He rotates his day off during the week. Usually a Thursday. It depends."She tapped the pen...against her lips. "So I need to disappear for a few hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Hmmmm, I can do that. Go visit your Gran. Meet up with some friends. How long do you need?"I blinked at her. "For what?"She sat back down and looked me straight in the eye. "To fuck, silly."Have you ever had one of those days when you think you know the people. Again, Mrs. Abercornhad standards about makeup. She both insisted we use them, but not appeargaudy or like a slut. It was a fine line I had learned to maneuver.When I first transitioned, makeup was a daunting task. I forced myself tolearn all the tricks that women normally master over their teens andearly twenties so I was quite capable at it after just a couple of years.So I was proud of my abilities to apply it. I also generally felt betterabout my appearance once I had my face done, as I was. I grabbed a hold of his head and rode his face until I came again. I had him strip and then we went to bed. I slept like a baby and he had a restless night but he was a good husband and did not jack off, he couldn’t wait for more instructions.Wednesday morning we got up and I had him fix me breakfast and then had him get in the shower and bath me and dry me off. He loved being able to be so close to my naked flesh and to touch and handle every part of my body. He was paying special attention to. I was kind ofstarting to turn myself on.It had been a while. Surely she didn't put cameras in the bathroom...So I masturbated. Not one of my proudest moments, but given thecircumstances, I thought it was acceptable.So, by now it had been over two hours. Just as I was beginning topanic, the phone rang again."I see that you are all dressed," Becca said. "Good. Now, under thesink in the kitchen there is a box. It contains your presents. Openit."I did as I was told and opened the box. Inside was a.