As our tongues touched I ran my fingers through his silky black hair. The kiss broke and we said nothing, but just looked into each other’s eyes. In...the daylight his eyes would be a warm chocolate brown, but now they were black as onyx in the color leaching moonlight. He traced my jawbone with his thumb, his expression warm and loving. We smiled at each other, not speaking and barely moving. Slowly and gently, Connor began to caress my breasts. My nipples hardened with his touch. I let my. Ifonly he was free to express himself.The worst part of everything that was happening, however, was what itwas doing to his mind. Marvin could feel himself changing. Hecouldn't stop thinking about his stunning wife, her growing collectionof boots, his servitude to her body, and how strictly she was able tocontrol any aspect of his life that she chose. When he was at work,wearing panties and stockings under his office attire, he couldn'tprevent her from dominating his thoughts. On the way. "Like a real best friend," Paul realized, basking in her happy glow,watching Aliya's eyes twinkle as she sifted through a stack of bras.They had been shopping so long, they had to do Druhr prayers at theshopping mall, in their special prayer rooms. And because Paul was stillpresenting as a man, he and Khaled had to use the male prayer room,which was utilitarian, but roomy enough for them and the several othermen also praying at the same time.In the prayer room, Paul felt ill at ease, the only. The affair was intense. Sally would skip class and drive the thirty miles to Framingham to spend a couple of hours in bed tasting this beautiful woman. Their on-stage act became a sensation. Now working three nights a week, Sally had a shopping bag full of currency in her dorm room closet and was beginning to see an exit. It had become a hard job, the driving, getting home at three AM, putting up with unruly shitheels and the fact that the thrill was gone, except for Chantelle. Then, one.