As he squeezed further he also rubbed slightly with his palm. The pace of her breathing increased. He started to massage her breasts up and down in a ...hythmic manner. Her breath quickly matched his motions. Her hips also matched his motions. He couldn't believe how excited she already was and he hadn't moved any further than her covered breasts. He began to start to take pride in what he could do to please her. This motion continued for a while but even then he had the foresight to realize that. This time he pulled off on the shoulder within sight of the rest area. He took out a pair of binoculars and found he could see Kirstie now sitting next to her car. The rest area was otherwise empty. Pitch had only just put the glasses down and put the truck in drive when a wrecker flew past him in the right lane. “Red’s Garage and Tow,” was painted on the side in white lettering on a vehicle that was otherwise painted all red. It pulled into the rest area.Fuck, Pitch thought. He had driven. Again, no men's shoes remained in my closet. I now had an extensivecollection of women's footwear. "Those black pumps will go great with thisskirt," I thought. What? Why did I think that? Now that I had a woman'slower half, was I starting to think like a woman too?I stepped into the pumps. They had a 3.5" heel. "How will I walk inthese?" I thought. But my body seemed to know. I took a few laps around myapartment, marveling at how well I was managing. I thought about takingthem off, but I really. I wondered why the centerpiece was placed on the end of the table, away from the guests.When dinner was ready, the male slaves were instructed to stand against the back wall. I could see the table, and the centerpiece at the far end of the table. The guests arrived at the table, and seated themselves. The female slaves brought out the salad. Again, I had to struggle to control my erection. The female slaves were so attractive, bending over and serving the guests, their breasts hanging so.