..I trulydon?t even want to think of the other you!"I remember saying back a "thank you" and saying that I understood whathe meant and that ideally I ...ould prefer to comply with his wishes, butthat I did have to think of my own home life situation and although Ibarely knew my neighbours, I didn?t want to risk ridicule or potentialabuse.I remember apologising to him and stressing that on the day, he wouldsee me fully feminised and that I would do my very to look especiallypretty for him! I could. He wasn’t too sure that ‘lady’ was actually correct, because at the point when she had become immortalised in marble she had been, or was being, rodgered by her coachman. She wasn’t the first person, nor indeed the last, to have suffered this indignity. Either being rodgered by the coachman, a noted randy cocksman, or turned to marble in flagrante as it were. In truth he was shocked, having spent years under the impression that his dear wife the Duchess must have been the result of rape, the. I had been resting with my pants and boots on. Sawyer’s eyes went wide when he saw the patches on my shirt.“So you’ve been to Ranger School!” he stated, surprised.“Yes, that and both Pathfinder and the Jungle Warfare Schools in Panama,” I told him, pointing to the patch on my right shirt pocket. He could also see my wings from Airborne training.“How the hell does a radio operator get to go to all of those schools?” he wanted to know.“I was always the new guy in the outfits that I was in, and. Lamont told me to lean forward and begin stroking his cock, and it really felt good to have that hefty meat in my hand. He was also producing a lot of precum, and there was enough of it to lubricate his cock for my stroking. I was in an awkward position leaning forward like that, and my face was only a few inches from his cock. His cock stiffened as I continued to stroke it, and I'm guessing that fully hard it was 10 inches long and about seven inches around. He was breathing heavily now, and I.