But the gracious and erotic thing about it, you would never throw it in my face; that is really where the power resides, knowing I'm eating out of the...palm of your hand. I am, actually now, your toy! “Hey beautiful! How are you doing with your little gift. It appeared to me a few times today that you were having some difficulty concentrating on your work,” I smirk. You saunter forward and with each sultry step, your stockings captivate my aroused attention, as they tantalize through the slit in. .. no... just thinking. I'll be off then..."I turned to go thinking that Haga must have something planned with one of the other girls when, to my surprise, I felt a pinprick followed by the tell-tale chill of injected anaesthetic in the right cheek of my arse. Frantically I lunged forward and then turned around to look back but it was too late for Haga was smiling at me, triumphantly holding up an empty syringe. "You bastard!" I screamed at him, my words already becoming slurred.Turning again,. Bored… and frustrated. I had my fortieth birthday the previous August. A feeling that time is running out and dumped twice by Moody during the summer but asked back on each occasion to which I had said yes – I love her but my loyalty and devotion seem to count for nothing. Hedonism is all I appear to have left. Or is that just an excuse for my immoral behaviour? Do I believe my own lies in order to really deceive others more skilfully? I’m having a mid-life crisis. Fack. My whole life has been. I examined my body. I have nowlarge breasts, slender waist, large butt and long shapely tights, that isI am a gorgeous woman, what I was already aware of, since I had carefullyexamined this body with my hands before the swap. I searched further"south" and found the pubic hairs and the vaginal lips, I had to touch itto believe. I touched that little knob of flesh located approximately inthe place were my penis used to be and by doing so, I felt that my vaginawas starting to get wet, this was.