Inever used to cry, when I was a man. Now I just blubber like a babywhenever he is nasty to me.I just accept it. I hope and pray that tomorrow will ...e better - thattomorrow he will appreciate all that I have done, all that I have givenaway, to be his.Diary Entry 20He barely notices me, but other people do. I used to see my staff in thekitchen talking about me and maybe giggling, as if saying: "There is thechef who is trying to be a woman". Now I don't see it that much. PeopleI don't know. Then he clicked it back on and set to task."Okay," he stated, "sit up straight and tilt your neck back over the top of the chair. First off, we'll wash that beautiful head of hair of yours." Oh, please," I snorted. "You mean my hair that always looks like dirty straw?" But when you stand in the sun, it glitters like gold."I just laughed, and he just laughed. "Made you laugh!" he glittered. "So nice to see your smile once again."Jesse turned back to task, soaking down my filthy head of hair. My. Suddenly, she reached high on her tippy toes, reaching for the top window pane.Mr Edmunds watched avidly as Jennifer's dress rode up her thighs as she reached to clean the window. The armchair he was sitting in, conveniently positioned at the window, made it so that her crotch was just inches from his face when she cleaned the window."No, Jennifer, you misunderstand me," he continued. "You'd have to earn it, sweetheart." And with that, he reached out and stroked a hand over her firm bottom.She. Then suddenly she reached over and pulled my pants and underwear down. “Can I touch it?”“Sure.” “Lay on the bed.” She said, and I followed her instructions. She took off my shoes and finished taking off my pants and underwear so I just had a shirt and socks on. Maria got really close to it like she was examining it, then reached over and grabbed the end of my dick with her thumb and first finger and lifted it to get a better look. She let it go and it slapped against my stomach. She.