"She got me so worked up again. She told me to call her 'bitch' and 'little whore' and 'cumslut' ... stuff like that. And the more I did, the more tur...ed-on she got. I'm telling you, she was literally begging and begging me to fuck her. I was so hot for her, Frank. So I was just about to do it. She was on her back on the floor, her legs spread wide apart and she was pulling me down to her. And then she said again that I had to promise totally that I wouldn't tell you. And she said that if I. Ifelt how smooth I now was as I palmed myself in the shower, and couldonly assume that I was in for some intense feminization. When the shower curtain was pulled back, Mistress was in just her bustier, mask and panties; the catsuit, boots and gloves she'd been wearing were nowhere in sight. I dried off much more quickly than before thanks to the velvety skin I now had, and when I'd finished, she stood expectantlyin the doorway. "Now for the fun part. Have a seat at my makeup table, James. . We have known each other for a decade and she recently confided in me of a secret life which was dramatically different from her appearance.She introduced this into a conversation by mentioning her menopause had passed and then came the revelation after a request for confidentiality. She has worked with me as a fellow counsellor and therefore we trust each other implictly. I must confess what she told me did indeed reveal what she referred to as a dark side her personality.She explained that. I lifted my hips as he drew down mypanties, exposing my dark mass of curly pubes. My heelsraised my knees from the edge of the seat so it waseasy to just open them for him and Blackie, who nowshowed some interest in the procedure. Norman gentlyslipped a finger into me and then withdrew it, offeringit to the sensitive nose, it was sniffed gently, thenlicked.“Move yourself to the edge of the seat girl,” he saidquietly. I did so, my buttocks right on the edge, my pubesoverhanging..