"That's my secretary," she lied. "The poorthing doesn't get out much. If we ignore her, she'll take the hint andgo back to her hotel." That's nice,... Stewart replied absently. "Ah, where would you like_someone_ to take you?"Mara allowed herself a strategic pause. "Back to my place. My familyhas real estate nearby, in Hillsdale. Fully furnished." She described aposh suburban district where locked gates and high fences kept out the"little people."She didn't mention that guild slavers. She sucked an swallowed as much as she could, never missing a thrust into my ass hole or a squeeze to my balls. I've NEVER had an orgasm like this before. (REMEMBER: she's in her early 20s).I was cooked. She stood up, leaned over me put her face above mine, and began to lick her cum-enveloped lips. She was not done - not at all. After showing me how much she appreciated the drink I gave her, she stood up and said, "NOW it's my turn!" She walked to the vanity, picked up my hair brush and walked. ”“Well, maybe if we talk about it” I said, trying to comfort her, and also hear the dirty details, “It won’t feel so funny.”“You may be right” she added, with a smile. “and I know that you must have a million questions, so how about if you take off your clothes, sit beside me here in bed and I’ll recap the entire last 28 hours or so…” My wife then spelled out all the sorted details, so what follows is presented from her perspective, as though she is telling me the story – no interruptions from. I can't believe I pulled it off. She did believe I was Jenny, didn't she. She wasn't just putting me on or anything. You think?" "No, I don't think she recognized you," Beth said reassuringly. "From her expression and the way she spoke to you, I am sure she thought you were a girl. Why wouldn't she? You're dressed like a girl, you smell like a girl, you act like a girl and Susie and I treat you like a girl. Even Mom didn't recognize you at first and that was before you got your hair done and.