. Ah, there you are, my dear. Bradley and I were just talking about you. I was just saying that he’s been so helpful tonight—especially to you—t...at he deserves more than an ordinary tip, don’t you agree? Yes, I knew you would. Tell me, Bradley, is there some place a little more private, where we can show you our appreciation? Yes, I think the wine cellar would do nicely. Lead the way--come along, my dear... Excellent...is the door locked, so we won’t be interrupted? Good. Now, Violet, I would. But that wasn?t it - I didn?t want to be Melanie exactly. Part of it was the feel of the garments, the touch of silk, nylon and lace across bare skin, the way that women?s clothes bound and imprisoned male flesh. The other part was the risk and shame of it :- hoping that none of your friends or neighbours would see you shopping where men usually feared to tread, the chance of discovery, the humiliation of strong male transformed to weak female. Not that I would want to be discovered by my. With more strength than he would usually have, he lifted her in his arms and ran into the water. She gave a scream as he fell into a deep spot, and she felt the cool water cover her body. As she found her feet, she ran her hands through her hair and gave a flirtatious smile, because she knew she looked hot — and she felt hot too. She soon discovered that her feeling was right, because as she wrapped her legs around his body, she could feel his hard dick pressing against her, and she could see. Joe said he knows where his brother inlaw stashes his porn magazines and after we finish the dube we should check them out. He said they were way hotter than Playboys we saw at Danny's house. We got back inside and sat on the couch, Joe said wait here I'll be right back. He came back with a couple of the raunchiest magazines ever. The cover on mine had a hot babe that had the biggest tits you ever saw. I was flipping through some pages and Joe said hey - look at this one. He showed me the page.