Black, flat shoes. No high heels for Elsa, I figured. Comfort first would be her motto."I'm Newt's P.R. gal," she said, a low, throaty voice, not as l...w as Agnes's. Elsa's voice had aged well, like the rest of her.Mary had brought her to the garage where I was painting and introduced us."You're an artist. Newt didn't tell me that you were an artist." She walked from one unfinished painting to the next, stopping in front of the one painting I'd finished. She turned back to me and gave me a. Not only was I turned on my dominant men, but the idea of being sexually obediant, attentive and controlled all added to the erotic pleasure for me. Obviously as with all healthy sex lives we would spice it up a bit, swap roles etc for light BDSM play and that too had it’s appeal, but even that would usually end with him overpowering me, after having been teased for an amount of time until he could take it no longer and fuck me like a whore (to put it bluntly). So when I got chatting to. The three of us had good food, good conversation and made two new friends each. We have even managed to stay in touch through e-mail and message boards.So what happened in the aftermath of this little experiment? I have waited for a little over a month to see what would happen. I have gone through the year end stresses of my business along with the added stresses of the holiday season. The result is there still has not been a desire to crossdress! I asked myself, just what does all this mean? I. I’ll have to get out here …I’m sorry. Stop the car!” “What?” He looked over his shoulder, his grey flecked beard shining in the street lights, “How much have you got?” “£17 – I’m sorry” I slurred. He shook his head and cursed as he slowed the car down and pulled into a bus-stop. Now grinning he looked over his shoulder again. “You white women are all the bloody same,” he shook his head, “don’t you realise that I have a family to feed? That’s alright now and again, but I need money as well.”.