How he wished to be either Bunny or Flossie -- orboth!His subconscious also revisited the events of the day. The most troublingfactor about the horrif...c public spanking and humiliating wankings heendured was that he enjoyed it.His bizarre girlish outfits were more stimulating than troubling. Hesimply could not see himself as anything other than a total simperingsissy, but a nagging feeling that there clearly was something 'more' outthere kept returning to his tormented, yet so provocative. She then went on the bed and I started massaging her lower back slowly climbing up almost to her bra straps. I got too courageous and declared that I’m removing your hook as it is an obstruction before she could say anything, I unhooked it from outside her top itself. She suddenly shifted and gave a glare to which I calmly said that it’s fine now it’ll be much better. I started massaging her back full length from her neck and occasionally making sure that I touch her side boobs and her ass. ’ ‘She kissed me softly and said, ‘Deal.’ ‘What did you say your name was?’ I could see that unless I wore shoulder pads I would need to keep some comments to myself. I consoled myself that every blow so far had been accompanied by a very nice kiss. I could live with that. We filled each other in on our lives. She had been engaged twice but never married. I had been married for three years before loosing my wife to leukemia. I had been widowed for seven years. At thirty-three I was two years. Sara's head moved slightly, almost imperceptibly, as she acknowledgedthe truth of Tommi's comment. "Yeah, I would."She looked up at Tommi, her eyes full of compassion. "You've got a longtime until the baby is born," she noted. "And that's a lot of time foryou to think about what _you_ want." She changed the subject. "Let mepose a few hypotheticals." Okay." First, assume you have the other ... surgery," Sara said. "What wouldyou do? Are there any girls that you would find ... attractive,.