"I get horny when you become more feminine."I gulped. Janice was repeating her mind-control command back to me ... where did that come from??"Like wha...?" I asked."First," she said, in a businesslike fashion, "I want you to go to my stylist and have her color your hair." What color?"Janice smiled. "Nothing too noticeable. Just a lighter brown with blonde highlights. And she'll also give you a more feminine cut, as well. And, let's pluck these eyebrows into a thin, arching feminine shape, shall. "Are you going to keep me waiting?" She says."Of course not." I stood up and walked over to Kathy. She removed her finger from her pussy and I inserted two of my fingers. I slowly pushed them deep inside her then pulled them out, repeating this action several times. I dragged my tongue along her ass cheeks, slowly getting closer to her asshole until I finally drive my whole tongue into her ass. Kathy moans as I twirled my tongue all around inside of her ass while still fingering her pussy. I. Her children - how could she face them now? How could she ever face her husband Hal again? She felt overcome by guilt. She had been unfaithful - she was no better than a whore. She struggled out of bed and slipped into her housecoat.She was amazed to find that her feelings of revulsion were not nearly as strong as she felt they should be. Nevertheless, she resolved that she would never repeat last night's experience. Hal would never know - and she would make it up to him somehow.Later, after. Now then, with all of that said, please allow me toshare a true story with you that started out as a‘well, maybe’ thing but got real in a helluva hurrymuch to my delighted surprise. We had a long road trip to take, From Tennessee to EastNew Mexico, we hate flying, especially since 911, so weplanned a driving trip. Not wanting to get caught up inthe madness of the interstate system we agreed to drivethe ‘backroads’, avoid the craziness on the super-slaband drive at night..