She was wearing a purple translucent shirt which revealed her black bra inside and denim shorts that finished just above her knees. She had a high pon...tail and was looking ravishing. Rahul sees her and says, “Let’s go to the bar.” And they both close their cabin door behind and hit the bar on the 6th floor where there was a live music performance going on. The bartender offers Anju and Rahul drinks and they both start with Teachers on the rocks. With 4 drinks down, Anju gets excited and asks. “Are you really here?”“I am.”“Wow ... I’m still in a daze about it. Did you ... really skip your opening?”“I did.”I shook my head and took a few breaths. “And did you finish the photos?”“All of them.”“Well, that’s good to hear, at least. I’m sure they’re amazing. Was Leila disappointed that you couldn’t be there?”“She...” Heather was silent for a time. “No. She wasn’t.”“Oh ... Did something happen?” I asked gently.She sighed. “I ... Can we talk about something else? I just can’t—not right. I had also observed through several church functions and social gatherings that almost all of the men in the congregation took the opportunity to look at Cherry's body whenever they could, some more subtle than others but at the end of the day, men are men and who can resist a hot young blonde girl with killer looks that they had watched blossom. I noticed early on that Cherry was aware of the attention she got from guys and actually seemed to enjoy it. She made no attempts to hold her shirt. It is humiliating to see them when I make the bed in the morning. I often find them scattered under the duvet and covered with her dried pussy juices. It’s as if she is making a statement that my cock was never enough for her, and she always needed one bigger. Thanks to Helen and the oestrogen treatment my cock is now barely big enough to hold between two fingers and my balls are the size of marbles and the memories of when it was five inches and hard are too distant to recall. In fact, I have.