The other things are nice, but it wouldhave been hollow if I didn't have any one to share it with. And I want todo is share it with you. You deserve...it, you deserve it all. I'm not theprincess, you are." We shared another kiss. No matter what my fears shealways seemed to calm them. All of them me except one."Give me they keys!" Jenny said as we approached the car."No way. It's tough enough getting into a car with you back home, butthis is completely different." Jenny stood there with. A single remaining syringe rested across them; it wasfilled with the last of the glowing green formula. Jesse picked it up,examining it, turning it over in her hands.The contents of the last vial. What made it glow, like that? Jessegulped, and she set the syringe down on the table. She turned to facethe closet mirror.There she was. That defenseless, sultry little submissive girl. Herglimpse had been so fleeting earlier, it was like seeing herself forthe first time again. Jesse had to admit, she. This is why my feet and knees were secured, so that the material of thedress did not get strained if I tied to move. The longest stage of thedressing was due to the fact that the dress was sewn on the wearer.Special tools, like the corset tool were used to gently squeeze my bodyso that the rear parts of the dress could be sewn to give a super tightfit with a near invisible seam. Once fully sewn in, I was allowed tocaress my sides to feel my extremely shapely and curvaceous shape. Itwas an. " I WANT TO BE A GOOD FOOL!"I repeated the phrase for Dr. Richards several more times until he thought I sounded sincere. I have to hand it to him, I said it so much that I could hear it echoing in my head as I left his office. I have to admit it did help me stay more determined to work with my wife to make the FOOLS therapy a success for me. It already seemed to be working quite well for my wife.My wife has let me know so many times how good it is to have me sucking other "men's fuck" out of.