. something that I can at least defend vigorously if I'm ever asked questions like that again. It wouldn't hurt. I should give it a whirl. And maybe I...ll get less of those vulgar messages Naughtygirl always seemed to get.She smiled at the thought, and her eyelids suddenly felt like they weighed a ton. In minutes she was asleep.****************************** Being honest will make you more vulnerable.Elaine's conscience was trying to talk her out of the idea as she booted up her computer and. It was thrilling to look up at his rapturous face as his lovely hard organ discharged into her mouth, then transitioning to his lingual questing at her crotch. The wickedness of it multiplied the pleasure and she orgasmed strongly, trapping his head between her strong thighs.She was profusely thanked and offered money. She was indignant, “I am NOT a trollop! I do this for you as my charge, not for monetary reward.” While it was not the whole truth, since it was meeting an unrequited need. As she spoke she took my chin on her fingertips and lifted my head to face her. I nodded as I no longer had the power of speech. "You do not need to be embarrassed, Anna. I know how it is to be attracted to another woman." She was still smiling but now a benign, sympathetic smile. "You do?" I whispered, no longer trembling and beginning to relax. "Indeed, I do," and as she continued she placed her left hand on the desk in front of me and spread her fingers. "You see?" she said, "No rings." . In addition, I was definitely a gorgeous specimen of woman andmuch younger, maybe 18 or so. As I assessed my shapely hips, and round,firm breasts which appeared to be about a D cup, I heard a door open upbehind me and I turned.The door opened into an adjoining bathroom and as I saw what was thereframed in the doorway I couldn't help but gasping. I instinctivelycovered my new breasts with my arms as I realized that there was a manstanding there. And what a man he was.He was the masculine image.