But I was also getting curious...itchy....I wanted to be another beautifultelevision woman. But who? I couldn't decide right away, but chose, somewhat...eluctantly, to exit my television for the time being.To be male again, and to be back in my humdrum apartment, was adisappointment, to say the least.The beautiful woman who had hooked me up to the service had promised todeliver a comprehensive instruction book, but so far, it seemed that shestill hadn't appeared with it. So I did what I had done. I pressed my finger deeper inside her and felt her push back her hips against me, she groaned and took Masters cock even deeper into her mouth and I knew she was beginning to enjoy herself. Master was also enjoying being sucked while watching his slave pleasure his latest acquisition. Give her a little more, Slave he gasped. I really want to hear her groan. I roughly rammed three fingers into Xs pussy and pumped them in and out. She groaned and gasped, her mouth full of cock, I saw her head. There were no longer any fences by the road, which itself narrowed as if to discourage casual visitors. It was late afternoon when he reached the little village he had grown to love over the years. Passing slowly through it to enjoy its simplicity and starkness, he drove on the extra two miles to the hotel, which nestled in a fold of the mountains, facing onto a small loch. The hotel was small by city standards, having but ten bedrooms, he had used it over the years to escape the pressures of. Even with our stop at the sidewalk café we still arrived at the office before eight A.M. Rob Reardon was the only one there. I introduced Wanda as the 'analyst' from the home office and Rob as the chief of the Atlanta office. Perhaps it was just his southern hospitality kicking in, but I got the impression that he was aware of the Rowell's stake in the company. Rob was no dummy; he treated both of us with the respect he thought we demanded.I waited for Marsha Rice, the leasing agent, to arrive.