I just needed to take a few minutes to absorb things, and I felt safe with Cale’s arms around me. Eventually I drew back. I tried to lighten things...up a little. ‘Well, that’s more of the pastries in the conference room for us.’ He didn’t even crack a smile. I grabbed his hand. ‘Cale.’ He was looking at the floor. I gave his hand a squeeze. ‘Cale.’ Finally he looked back up at me and I took a step back from the fierceness of his eyes. After a moment he spoke, his voice soft,yet so intense. (via xdresssheersox) Look, princess, its really just the icing on the cake.Before we married you never told me that you were a crossdressing, transvestite wimp; that you would rather get into my stockings and lingerie than into my pussy.I guess we’ve both made our compromises.You get to keep your body shaved; your nails polished and to mince around in stockings, bras panties, high heels and pretty little dresses and skirts.I get to enjoy sex with any guy or girl I feel turned on by, after you. I don't want anyone else. He tries and I'll have his ass back in Montreal handing out condoms to college kids." Vancouver, I think," Simon snorted. "Either way, I'll get your blood. Anything else?" No," I looked at Cory and he was looking at me with those big green eyes full of fear.I woke up sweating, staring at the white ceiling above me. I'd been dreaming of Cory and my heart was pounding, my sheets damp and sticky, constricting me and I had to get up.The cubicle was barely big enough for. Inga waved the clothing bag as she jogged up the stairs. "I didn't forget. See, my change of clothes."I prevented myself from turning to watch Inga's skirt wave as she ascended the stairs, so I missed her unblemished thighs."I'll see you soon, Mr. Marcus," said Stephanie.I'd been warned. Show up tomorrow, or face a top-to-bottom search of my house for my porno collections, plus whatever penalty Harriett chose to apply. There was something missing. A warning, 'Stay away from my daughter!' or.