Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be describ...d as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but. "Yeah, but what about the white married women?" I didn't have an answer there, beyond maybe that the adventure thing still held and maybe they weren't getting what they wanted at home."But what about their husbands HELPING!" I hadn't figured that out.Dinner came and we ate a little."Would you want me to have a Black guy?"I thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. I had a real rush oiling you up in public. I was very proud of your poise and how beautiful you are (she sniffed in rejection of the. As the youths left, I thanked the nurse and apologised for the youths disrespecting her and she said it was fairly common lately as people had so little respect for hospital staff. As we were talking another Nurse came to move me to another department and off I went, when I arrived there were six beds in the room I was in, there were already two male patients in there and the Nurse held the blanket up for me as I moved from my trolley to another bed and placed it back over me again. Soon after. Marty took great delight in pampering Mary the morning of the wedding.He had booked her in for all the beauty treatments and so she could get her hair and makeup done for the wedding. Mary asked him if she really needed it. Marty had kissed her and said that while they didn’t have family and friends here, it was still their special day and he wanted her to feel that she was a beautiful bride.He was happy to marry her as she was, but he understood that brides liked to be pampered on their.