I had been too busy to choreograph another session so we had confined our social interaction to greetings in the parking lot. Playing the host, I made...myself busy offering her a place to sit and a drink. At the same time I tried to chase the image of her begging Kaitlyn to make her come from my mind. I was shocked when she mentioned, in a small voice, her last visit to my apartment.Until that moment, I had not realized that she could remember what had happened while she was under my control. It. "I'd love to fuck that ass" Jim remarked."I'd love that too" I whispered in as feminine voice as I could muster. "This is so hot being your gay CD woman" I told him. "I love being gay with you"."Me too, honey. Me too" Jim replied as I was nearly there from him jacking me off and fingering my ass pussy.Almost as if in slow motion cum started spurting out of my cock all over his hand and onto his furry chest. Nothing felt sexier than being there in only panties as he played with my cock and my. He was proud of what she had done. Jessie had been uncomfortable all week. He thought he would be seeing her soon and was working through everything he was feeling, trying to figure out what he was going to say to her when he saw her. He knew he wanted to salvage their relationship, but he did not know how to go about doing that. Now it was a nonissue. He would not have to worry about what he needed to say to Gwen, at least not yet. He was partially relieved because he was not entirely sure. For me it’s more the way a woman carries herself. That vapid, human clothes-hanger thing didn’t really do it for me. I preferred my women with distinct and strong personalities, that assuredness of confidence was what really got me going. But even with all of that, I must say that the Jill Sander show was by far my favorite, even though I consider myself to be traditionalist and lean more toward the home-town hero, Giorgio Armani. The pieces in her collection were incredible and the girls who.