No, I know what I said. You do, too, don't you? You'reready, aren't you? You want to come to my house. We'll screw all nightlong. Maybe then we'll do ...ach other's fingernails. Just wait till yousee how pretty they are with your new cock cage.I'm going to be honest with you here, okay? I'm going to feminize you.You knew that all along, didn't you? You could feel it. I'm going to putyou in a dress, Ju-Ju Bean. A frilly, tight-fitting maid's dress. Imagineit. Imagine your petticoats flouncing as. I very polite sounding woman answered the phone andasked for an appointment after I finished work, I wastold the next appointment was on Friday at 7pm. Iaccepted and was given the address.Three or four times during the week I was about tocancel but when I finished work on Friday at 4 Irushed home to get a good bath and get ready for myembarrassing ordeal.I did not know what to expect and when I found theaddress there was just a brass plaque on the gate postwith the name P. H. Sykes in plain. I begin to wonder what in the hell she’s doing. Next thing I know she’s lifting her sexy nightie up with one hand while forcing my crushed fingers inside her panties with the other. As soon as my hand slips inside it is met with a completely drenched pussy. I could feel the heat from it when I was still inches away. I slip two fingers inside of her tight hole as she grabs the back of my head and pulls my lips to hers. “Would you like to fuck your wife Mr. Smith?” she coos in between kisses. . It was an arrogant smile and I wanted desperately to knock it right of his face. He was daring me to say something, anything.I didn't though. I struggled to keep my anger in check and waited for him to unlock the back door. He said good morning to Erin and ignored me. I knew as he turned his back to me that I had screwed up. I should have said something. I should have threatened him. I should have done something. In his mind I had just given him permission to sexually harass my wife.He had seen.