"Like most closeted crossdressers living in shared housing I did not'girl' shave because dressing for me at that time was a once in a bluemoon opportu...nity so there was something all rather thrilling aboutSue's forceful instructions to shave my body. Being normally a showerperson it was rather nice to wallow in the highly scented bath andpretend to be one of the girls in a ladies shaving advert as Icarefully removed all the body hair I could reach. Even more thrillingwas how sensitive my skin. Once the slave had finished the first reply it sent it to Master. It was not accepted as a suitable reply at first by Master but He was quite helpful with suggestions and once slave had fixed what needed to be fixed it was approved by Master for sending.A couple of days had went by without a response and the slave began to wonder if it had said something wrong or that the lady just wasn’t interested or if the picture of its self that it sent with the email had totally repulsed her. In all its. It’s always been either the boat or the house. Or somewhere outdoors in proximity to either of those.Now I’m looking up at a blue-eyed redhead with a grin that I’d follow into the fires of hell, carrying a gas can.She dove onto me, straddling me.“Dinner’s gonna be VERY late,” I told her.She giggled. “Then this is just an appetizer. Do we need to change clothes?”“I doubt it. This is Houston. We don’t need to dress up. Not for that steakhouse.” I grabbed her butt in my hands. “Wait. Just a couple. I stayed spread, wide, slapping and rubbing my clit hard as I pulled out the banana, instinctively. Something welled up inside of me and I felt… I felt like I needed to pee? I panicked. This cant be it. This feels just wrong. I stopped and caught my breath and then the feeling was gone. Suddenly, I was sad and ashamed. I… Im sorry, I stammered, tears streaming down my face. What was going on with me? Im not usually that emotional. I think I messed it up. From the other end I could hear her.