Over and around my knee, he washes and massages my leg all the way to my pussy.‘Switch feet’ he tells me. He repeats the same process over again o... my other leg.‘Turn around, put your hands on the wall.’He started at my shoulders, piling my hair on top of my head. He worked the soft washcloth down my arms, across my shoulders and down my back. I felt the horror of the night before melt away while he washed me. Moving in slow circles he scrubbed me clean.Reaching around me he washed my stomach. That annoyed me all the more, so I raised the ante -- I insisted wego out for dinner just like that, just as Adrienne and I didsometimes, nothing elaborate, only a modest meal at our localbistro, but he'd have to go looking like Adrienne. He'll neveragree to that I figured -- men can't stand looking like women, theythink that looking effeminate is humiliating, degrading. It's nottheir fault -- they start mocking each other's supposed sissyweaknesses and enforcing what they call their. The con was like a big grimy ape behind the nubile sweat glistening body of the ultra thin long legged pinned babe. He was cumming deep inside her; Steph's head thrown back feeling him flushing her tube full of sticky goo."Oh yes fucking tidal wave man, "he roared above her revolted moan, "fucking Niagara falls!"On the floor beside her Becca's tits bounced like beach balls hair whipping like a fillies tail. The man had spun her around pumping her while she lay on her back, legs up around his. "Pretty much." All those years of hiding that part of yourself must have been prettytough on you. I can see hiding it from me. We work together. But it musthave been painful to hid these feelings from Edith."Edith, who had been staring out a window, turned around. I could see atear on her cheek."Yesterday was an experiment," said Edith. "All your life, you've fearedwhat would happen if people knew your secret, right? You were afraid ofwhat people would say if they saw you wearing makeup or.