On his lunch-break Mike found a 3/8" thick piece of ash wood, cut it on the bandsaw drilled 18 medium holes in it, chamfered the edges and the holes s... there were no sharp edges than sanded it smooth, he had made a paddle 3" wide 9" long with a narrower handle at one end he put it in a bag to take to Lyn's.Mike got home lyn was slightly "happy" after 2 glasses of wine, Mike gave her the bag and sat down, helped himself to a drink, Lyn opened the bag, remarked how nice the paddle looked stroked. ” I paused. “How do you feel toward Roger?”“He’s great. I know if I got serious and married him, we would have to stay and live here. Jar, I want you to be my maid or matron of honor.”I grinned. “That’s your position for me, Ange.”We hugged. I said, “However, we need to get dressed. Fancy is what the men are expecting.”She smiled at me. “All eyes will be on you, the new Duchess of Meuse. You and Jam are heroes here.”“I know one pair of eyes that will be on you, Ange. Roger will watch your every. Sarah was really hammering away on herself now. Her eyes have an intense focus on the couple under the other tree. She was timing the stroking of her fingers on her clit with the rhythm of the girl as she bounced on her man's cock. I was timing my strokes with Sarah’s and it was easy to imagine I was fucking her. The sounds her fingers were making in her wet pussy, her moans and grunts; it was all coming together to make an incredible experience. Sarah moaned again and increased her pace even. Finally, I was crowned with my blonde (or occasionally red) wig, which had been carefully styled in a big, blowsy, bimbo-ish 'do. The stylist then pinned it into place, making it feel like part of me. I was so proud of my totally feminized appearance as I was spritzed all over with perfume and allowed to admire myself in the full-length mirror.Melissa's eyes glazed over as she beheld every luscious inch of me.At the office, the social dynamic of my status had changed dramatically. Even with no.