I’d had a filet mignon at the chophouse and it had been perfect. The wine had been good, too, a red, a cabernet sauvignon, I forgot what the name wa..., though. No dessert for me, but Ryan gushed over his piece of cake. I might have been getting hungry.Ryan was fucking me with enthusiasm. He’d brought his body back down and it partly rested on me, breasts to chest, and his cock glided back and forth. His eyes were closed, he was thinking about something, someone, somewhere.I closed my eyes and. .." she pulled out from her wardrobe a French maids outfit from victorias secret and I began to beg that I had learnt my lesson and I was a boy. "of course your not a boy, boys have pubes don't they and it looks like you don't have any so your my special sexy beautiful girl arnt you sissy?" "now enough of this nonsense I need to put on your new dress. knowing I was defeated I stepped into the outfit and cried as it was zipped up and the padlock was put on and I was sealed into. As soon as we got to the room, I told her to pack because we were leaving early for Rome and I wanted to be on the highway before dark. She grumbled but took a quick shower and we were in the garage within the hour. I didn't see anyone trailing us but my skills were slowing down after twenty years of looking in the rear-view mirror.She was no fool and was checking out the side-view mirrors with equal intentness. We had a full tank of petrol and I figured we would have the bulk of the trip over. ‘So who am I meeting?’ she inquired curiously. ‘You’ll see.’ Hope said and darted into the section. ‘Um … Nijel?’ An older man straightened up and looked at the young girl, looking rather irritated. ‘What now, Hope?’ The girl’s eyes widened and she backed away a step or two. ‘Um … Nijel, there’s somebody … uhh … important you need to meet.’ When Nijel was again looking at the books she cleared her throat to get his attention. ‘Now, Nijel.’ Cassandra stopped just behind the girl … so Hope was.