...........It can'tbe!.........................Is it?.......................Areyou.............Dave?" In her shock she dropped the files and I don't e...en thinkshe heard them clatter to the floor."At home I'm known as Diane, Carol, or at least I have been for the pasttwo weeks. I'm sorry you had to find out this way - I hope the shockwon't spoil our work relationship?" I offered as she looked me up anddown."You............You are a very pretty looking woman, Dave, Err, I mean Diane.There is no. ." Is this your first time to a place like this?" She asked."It is," I replied."What brought you here?" She asked"I would like to be controlled," I blurted out."So you would like to be dominated by a woman?" She slowly and deliberately said."Yes, I would. I would like to experience what it's like to not be in control. I am usually the one who controls and I would like to experience the other side." I said in reply."So you have been the dominating one in previous relationships?" She asked"Not in. But, her most outstanding asset was her hair.It was golden blonde with the most beautiful texture anyone had ever seen.Part of it hung down in bangs over her eyes. Only she knew that she also hadgorgeous pussy hair that would have made her a porn queen. She looked at itoften in the mirror. From having looked on the Internet, she knew that herbush was fantastic! It, too, was golden brown, and, she groomed it regularlyto keep the curls just so. And yet, Ed couldn't fuck her ? hell, he couldn't. This heightened her blissful misery. It felt so odd. Marcie had never touched herself down there; in fact, she had never even thought about her body or entertained thoughts of sex. She attempted with some success to put all such thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the lovely pastoral scenes passing by. The weekend passed quickly. Her grandmother was so gentle, loving and sweet that Marcie felt ashamed of her rebellious actions. She had driven into town and the local beautician was able.