"I think you should buy me a drink... I think you should move to that table... I think you should sing us a song... I think I should have some of thos... fries." The fries looked good. Don't judge.It started to be clear that you could make any suggestion you want to anyone you want, but pain was the cost. The farther you had to push them from their natural behavior, the more it was going to hurt. Telling someone to "I think you should look over there" was no big deal, but telling the big guy who. For some deep-rooted reason, I had grown a craving for ladies' clothing. Lingerie, stockings, high heels; all drove me crazy with lust. Eventually, this led to me dressing and wearing slutty outfits, gaining a sense of joy and femininity when I wore them.Another few months went by without sex, but I had begun to experiment on my own. Dressing up when she was out and playing with her dildo's in secret. After several attempts, I began to enjoy the feeling of anal play and even managed to come a. Yes. Actually, I'm terrified. I want this to work. I'm afraid it won't. I'm praying for this dream to continue. I'm scared that I will wake up. I'm comfortable in your presence. Your presence is screwing up my world. Is that mixed up enough to not make any sense? Si, how is this going to work out?" I don't know, Sharon. This has been a magical weekend starting Friday at the airport. I want the magic to keep going but we both know the humdrum of everyday existence is going to interfere. My plan. We’d been there three days of our seven days stay and had been fucking every night. After being out in the town we’d bought some stuff and was struggling to get them back to the hotel. As we sat down on a bench for a rest Donna said “I’d really like a good session if we can” as I smiled. Carrying on up to the hotel with our bags as we approached the lobby two guys were loading up a van when Donna winked at me, as we got level with them she stumbled and one of the lads grabbed her and said “You.