Her felt it stiffenagain, quickly. You're choice. Stay with me. Stay in the moment. Orleave. No in between, baby.She waited. Squeezed. Smiled. ...Traced a finger on his chest, aroundhis nipples.He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. Relaxed into the sensation.She saw all this, knew exactly what was coming.Another whisper. Stay, he said. Stay.Of course, baby. Of course you will stay. You're safe here. Safewith me. Safe with Pamela's love for the little girl in his mommy'spanties. . Theywant a man not a woman.Well I am still male.No my sweet, I've told you more than I care to. You are no longerconsidered a man. These men you see here won't consider you a maneither. They want a real man, and I don't mean that statement as aputdown sweetheart I am just saying they want a man that is a man onehundred percent of the time.I understand Renee. I guess this is just going to take some time to getmy head thinking the way I need to be thinking. I see this sexy man andI guess this is. "Even if her job does make her a professional pain in the ass. Most people let reporters get away with that shit, so they don't know what to do when someone pushes back." You're probably right," Stan sighed. "Anyway, we've filed for several restraining orders, one of which is pretty blanket, and I don't know if it'll get approved. For the moment, clam up if anyone approaches you and call security. Oh, and tell your sister she did good last night." Sure will," Jon said, "Mostly because she did.. I lunged forward slightly, almost losing my balance. Next, she picked out a small black silicone cage and a tiny brass padlock, giggling to herself as she placed them on the side.The next item she pulled out from the bag was a shiny black pair of 4-inch heels that looked to be in my size, placing them in front of me."Here," she said, "stand up and try these on."She eased up on the leash, allowing me to stand as I slipped my foot inside the first shoe. It fit perfectly. I carefully slipped on.