..I've always thought you had great...er...tits." As he spoke the words, Jennifer saw that he had a roll of twenty pound banknotes in his hand, and he...was peeling off some as he spoke "If I gave you a hundred quid, would you show them to me?" he tilted his head to one side, pulled a face and gave one of his daft winks, which always made Jennifer laugh.She fought hard not to giggle, and attempted to affect an air of shocked indignation, but somehow she knew she was failing to do so. In truth she. Here I was in a flared girly dress, hair band holdingback my long flowing locks, and a set of pink and white love beads aroundmy throat. I was learning to shuffle, sway and groove to the music - girlstyle.I started to realise that much of this stuff was sinking in whether Iliked it or not. I was developing an eye for a pretty dress and startingto know what accessories would look nice with it. I was instinctivelymore feminine when I was in a dress and caught myself using girlishmannerisms. She loves the feeling of the sun's warmth, this super strong and kind black man beside her knowing she has an egg or eggs waiting for his sperm to fertilize. She smiles uncontrollably. Rodwell looks at her asks why is she smiling so much? She tells him "just keep being a crazy young handsome black man who can't resist me, I LOVE IT!" He rolls her over onto her stomach, starts to slowly and sensually massage her back, neck, butt, legs then feet. She totally relaxes. He wants her to turn over,. I admit I could stand tolose a few pounds; but he has me on a starvation diet, he told me mygoal is get my waist down to 28 inches." At first it was just suggestions on how I could improve my appearance.It started with the clothes I wear. Flats are not allowed as part of mywardrobe. The only shoes in my closet now are really tall high heels,like the type you find in a bondage video. Next it was my hair color,he wanted his wife to be a redhead. I have a weekly appointment at thehairdresser.