A part of me resented being solely complimented on my physique, and at that – never my face! I mean, I may as well have been a blow-up doll in his m...ind; holes and a torso with legs! Another part of me enjoyed the attention.“Let’s go get drinks in the lobby Yanny” – he said to me, after a day of relentless meetings.I agreed – but rather dispassionately. It was shower time for me; that special hour where I fuck myself silly. I slipped on some jeans, and something comfortable, but then I stopped;. Grabbing a mug of coffee, he turned to them both. ‘I’d like to start on that roof on the cow barn. Those holes will only get worse and if it rains, it will be a mess in there. Do you have any supplies? Or do I need to go to town?’ Leanna looked at him, confused at his business-like tone but too grateful for the help to show her disappointment. Maybe the feelings of closeness last night were only her fear and exhaustion at the time, not really there, merely wishful daydreams. For the next two. Each of them separately andcombined served to dominate him, through fear of this or that or from acontrol applied by the very fabrics and fits of the clothing he waswearing. As a husband and in a masculine state he would have beenfurious at his wife for what he suspected as infidelities. He certainlywould have demanded to know what she was up to and who with but as asubmissive feminized sissy he only worried that she might not want himcausing him to wish to please her and make her happy rather. The driver a small swarthy man pushed the bus to its limit as he hurtled along the dusty roads with the countryside flashing past us. An hour into the journey the bus suddenly pulled into a ramshackle shack, screeching to a halt with clouds of dust temporarily obscuring the view. Twenty minutes to get the toilet and refreshment said the courier. Oh my god! I screamed when I saw the hole in the floor that was the toilet, Shilla was wetting herself with laughter, of course she had been many.