She was a rather stern-laced lady from London with her hair swept back and combed hard almost dominatrix style. She also wore a very tight, tailored, ...emale version of a business suit. From her demeanour and her appearence it was obvious that she was a dominant (if not butch) dyke. A real lesbian with no time for men.Ah..she said you must be Jane? When I said yes, she ran her eyes up and down me. Can you twirl she said so I did as ahe asked. I hoped she liked what she saw. Very nice she said,. The house is just over that rise.' She indicated a low hill. When they reached the top, he was given a beautiful view of a ranch style home with a large barn and four other outbuildings - one was long and low and he could hear the cows being herded in for morning milking. A male voice could be heard talking to the cows as they moved into the building.'Who's here?''Billy Preston - he's the hired hand - only fourteen but strong as a bull and not too bright. His Ma thought he'd do better working. Our conversation turned bold and sensual! Ankita- "batao bhi kaun ladki ko tum pasand karte ho.. promise trust me.. i will not angry.. aur shayad hum tumhara help kare usko patane mein!"Akshat-" darr lag raha hai.. but since tumne promise kia tht u will nt get angry.. m telling her name… and woh ladki hai…TUM Ankita… :-*"That night she sent me no more sms'es, I felt bad and sorry for myself! Next day i was surprised and overjoyed by her msgs..Ankita- "I love u my dear; tumne itna late kyun kia. By the time it was time for me to be going, I'd worn myself out.Driving. It's the worst part about this city. However, I made it to theoffice on time. One of those quaint little medical "boutiques" thatpopped up all over the city in the past few years. You know the kind,where there's a half-dozen specialists pretending they're all best friendsso they open up an office together.Rebecca Sommelier. That was the therapist's name. No M.D. after hername, not even a Ph.D. to show she was worth a.