All that was left was underwear and socks so I used my foot to scoot everything left into a pile. Then as I was bagging up my socks and underwear I pi...ked up a pair of boxers and immediately knew they were not mine. They were too small. They were size medium, my son’s size (mine are XL). I ignored it figuring they just got accidentally mixed in somehow…then I found a second pair. Now this had my attention. Why would two pairs of my son’s underwear be in my bedroom on my side. Use me up." She shed a single tear, a brief sadness piercing her ecstasy. "I'm sorry... I'm too weak and small to give you eggs." It was nonsensical, but the sorrow of it filled her, right before the final thrust ran home, driving away all thoughts. Those were the last words of Swyena Ryllyn. Dumin's cock twitched, making her belly deform, her broken ribs moving with it in a way that made her groan and touch her clit. Her fingers were weak, but she rubbed it with all she had, her undamaged mind. .. yes," I stammered."You are just a sissy weak girl now Hanky. Here, you need two towelsnow that you're a girl," Dawn said, handing me a towel for my longblonde hair.I looked at it, but had no idea how to wrap it around my head."You are pathetic! Here, flip your hair forward, now wrap the towellike this," Dawn instructed.Once she had it on me I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw anincredibly sexy 'Gent Magazine' type model in a big fluffy towelstaring back at me. A tear began rolling down. How about you work with me for those three months and we can see how you get on with my clients. Then you can decide then whether you still want to buy."And so it was decided. Whilst I was fairly sure the police were not looking for me, I used Bus Eireann to get to London. I simply got on a bus, which took me to the ferry and then another bus straight into London. Sotheby's agreed to catalogue the collection for sale, and would notify me of how they would divide the lots and I could make.