" Why?" I asked."Because it was..." She paused."Was what?" Easier," she said shamefully. "Our contract with them is delicate. It seemed the best solut...on to the problem was to remove Mike from the program so we didn't risk future enrollees."I stared at her for a minute. "Easier," I finally said, snorting in disgust. "Has it ever occurred to you that you are educating the people who are going to be running the damn country in twenty or thirty years? The people who are going to be controlling. ..until now that is.” “But...” I interrupted, before she continued spilling her heart out. “I watched you move that brunette’s tight body about your bed, bringing her up with your strong arms and thrusting her down onto your dick. After seeing you control her, I felt a yearning deep inside me that I have never felt before. I knew then that I needed to have you for myself. I needed to touch you, feel you, and have you treat me as your own.” I was completely lost in her words. Here she was. Reverend Mother Portia,wearing a gorgeous clerical suit, joined us at the table. Her presenceindicated both the serious business nature of this marriage contract andits religious and political significance. We ate a rich and leisurelylunch. While mama, the Baroness and Reverend Mother Portia talked atlength about all kinds of details, Dame Oblea and I sat quietly side-by-side, sharing occasional gossip or comments. Several times during themeal I noticed how intently he studied me. I. I light a VS 120 Menthol and take a deep drag, I just love being a sissy smoker. I think it may be because I was raised in a family of only smoking women. I loved it when I was taken to restaurants for dinner in NYC where all the elegant ladies would smoke so sensually.I came to crossdressing rather early trying to fit into my mother's bra and sneaking her cigarettes into the attic to smoke while her bra lay on my chest ( she was too small a size alas, a lass). In the attic there were piles of.