"See, it's just as I thought. You do want me!" she squealed in joy."Look, Fawn, you're attractive. Hell, you're the best looking chick in any of my cl...sses and I'd be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't lust after you just a little, but... but... um, oh, sweet Jesus, no!" Yes, Jack, YES!"And then her mouth was on his succulent cock. She'd never sucked cock before. This was the way to begin. The ugly red shaft had momentarily made her hesitate, then she'd summoned up her courage. That long. The enema robbed me of my will to fight. I stood passively as I was garbed in stockings, garters, heels, and a stuffed bra. The next item of clothing was a uniform much like her own. The difference being mine was much shorter, ending just below the cheeks of my ass. She tied a white apron around my waist, pushed me to the full length mirror, and knelt down behind me.The image before me was shocking. I not only looked feminine, I was even attracted to myself. I knew I needed to battle back,. “I saw the way you were looking at me each time you were here. I wondered if you had a thing for older women?” “Well, I do. I think that you are attractive.” “Anything more or just attractive?” “Well, I did go home and, kind of, fantasize about you. If you want me to be honest.” She stood up and walked through to the lounge. She sat on a sofa and patted the cushion next to her. Sitting next to her I looked into her green eyes. “Every time you were here I wanted to kiss you.” She. Isn't that obvious to you?"Alas, nothing was obvious to Pierre. He simply could not grasp themystical, Maggie concluded with deep sympathy for his woeful condition. "No wonder," Maggie thought, "that he does a job where everything is somatter-of-fact and clear cut. After all, hairstyling is more likeaccounting or bookkeeping than like a true art, such as computer-aidedanimation."Unable to reach the French man's soul, Maggie had to resort to the thirdCeltic artifice, this time targeting his.