But I can’t see them ... because they’re covered with a delightful layer of femininity.”“I was going to use a different F-word,” she replied... “A four-letter one.”“What four-letter F-word?”“Flab.”He lay his cheek against her stomach, caressed her abdomen and fingered her navel. “You should’ve seen my sister at the end. She looked worse than pictures you see during a famine. She was, honestly, nothing but skin and bones. I know some guys think the anorectic look it hot. I don’t -- I think you’re. I have plenty of proof of your fucking adventures and lot’s of people out there would like to see you knocked off the top of the impresario league. I mean you are the biggest after all.” stated Jimmy sincerely.Simon preened slightly, but underneath was wondering what exactly did the little man have proof of. Just because he was disfigured, didn’t mean he had no sex drive. In fact Simon Cowl had the sexual drive of three men and the cock to go with it. Having to rely on a midget to procure his. One profile though attracted me right away, Miss Anna, a very tall, dark skinned, busty woman in her thirties, dressed in a very tight leather skirt and a tightly laced up leather corset. Her website told me about all the things she could do to me. She had an impressive picture gallery describing the various activities she specialized in. I called her number and made an appointment.That day changed my life and I became a regular client. I had a huge crush on her, but she would never let me. I made some calls and as she didn't want me too far out of her sight her father decided she could drive us around to check out some investment properties while O convalesce and as she couldn't map read to save her life so the next step was amazingly easy. She drove me in the Mercedes to see yet another property, an isolated Villa, not however the one her father had intended us to see, but very similar, one I had managed to rent for a month via the internet.She drove expertly into the front gate.