" Ridley turned back to June. "What theme will you be using for breakfast?" Texas chuck wagon," June said with a straight face. "Which translates to s...eak and eggs."Ridley patted his bulging stomach. "Marvelous! Besides being the world's greatest chef, you must be a mind reader to boot! Bring it on, dear lady." Not for me," Danny said. "Do you have any fruit or melon, June?" Sure do," June said. "What about you, David?" Chuck wagon cuisine sounds good to me. I'm with Ridley. Bring it on."June. Iwouldn't rush anything.I found my new cincher, this one a bit smaller, and clipped it intoplace. The neckline of the dress exposed more cleavage and I had to findthe correct chemise. The ivory one looked best and after pulling thedress over my hips and zipping in I walked to the mirror. Wrong shoesagain !It was now clear to me. My goal seemed to be to adapt to this conditionof femininity and the need to allow one within. Could I surrender to theprocess consciously? Here was the core of my. We lay on our backs catching our breath. “That was amazing,” I said“It was,” Erica agreed, “I’ve really missed sucking cock. I just love everything about it.”“I think you’ve spoiled me, I can’t imagine anybody else being able to do what you’ve just done,” I said.“No they won’t,” Erica said with confidence, “So you’d better make sure you stay in my good books then.”We both laughed and lay in silence for a moment holding hands. “Speaking of your good books,” I said, “are you ready for some more?. " before he brushed thebooks and paper onto the floor and pushed me face down on the hardsurface. The edge of the desk caught me about waist high.Jerome then walked to the chalkboard in back of the desk. Ishould have tried to run for the door but I was petrified with fear.The tears were still running down my face and falling on the harddesktop. I avoided looking at the black youth as he walked backaround the desk. He was directly behind me and I was noticeablytrembling with dread."I expect you.