He couldn’t remember how it had been all those years before and didn’t think he’d ever seen a complexion quite like it before. It was smooth and...glowing like golden honey, and surprisingly for a beautician there was no sign of makeup. Her complexion might have been a sun tan except he didn’t think it was. Her long and beautifully tended ash blonde hair was in dramatic contrast to her skin, and was further enhanced by large dark eyes set in a narrow aquiline face. No one else in the family. He opened the door, standing there in his fine suits and his perfect ties. Such a shallow idiot, I thought with a smile.“You were such a bitch today,” he said.“And you’re just the perfect asshole,” I hit back. “Where you’d get your degree? Asshole University?”“Better than Blonde Bitch Academy.”“BBA, of course,” I said, stroking my hair. “I was valedictorian, motherfucker.”“Shut up and get in here, Natalie.”I always found some dig to throw at him, just to bug him, because he’d run out of. The punter who tagged along in the cab simply points his phone at the scenario and tells the person on the other end of the video call that its really happening and how hot it is to watch..one of the drivers suggests to invite the person on the phone but it turns out its the guys wife whos miles away up the m6 parked in a services carpark watching the live feed while finger fucking herself in the front seat..he makes me watch this for a few seconds before returning the camera to my ass making. Paul never took his eyes off me the whole time he was eating and when he was done, he wiped his mouth and hands and said: “Honey-Lee, you and I really need to fuck.”“Bbbut I’m a virgin” I stammered. And then remembered “And I’m a trans-gender.”“All the more reason” he averred and he began to unbutton my shirt. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you?” And suddenly, without forethought, I was ready. He removed my hat and kissed me on the lips and I kissed him back. It felt right. He removed.