Herreaction when she saw me was to smile, but she didn't ask a lot ofquestions, until I told her that I needed a bigger bra that is. Thenshe wanted to... know everything.Our next stop was at a doctors office; the doctor was a woman. After avery short discussion, she helped me get up on a table, gave me a shotthat numbed my groin, and went to work. It did not seem to take hervery long, yet when she showed me the results with a mirror, I almostfainted. My once proud manhood was gone, replaced by a. Maybe we should have some rules, like no hitting and no grabbing genitals. Anything else?” “Uh, nothing I can think of... oh, what do we wear?” “How about our workout clothes?” “Works for me.” So, she gave me directions, and we left for her house. It was a nice little house just a few blocks away. She pulled into her carport and I parked behind her. As we were driving, it dawned on me that my workout clothes were still sweaty, which I figured I would mention to her. But, when we got there, she. All the while our heroine stands on the other side of the window – in plain sight and snaps away with her cock-like camera. About this point I realize I can hear my steak sizzling in the broiler. My appetite begins to whet and my mouth begins to water as I think about getting that meat in my mouth. It has been awhile since I had a good steak. I go to the broiler and turn the steak to the other side. Back to Red Shoe… the man in now sitting in a chair and our lovely hooker is astride him riding. ”She froze.I laughed and said, “Relax, mom. I’m not pregnant.”She grinned sheepishly and said, “Sorry, Mya. You just sounded so damned serious. It’s something we worry about, especially with a girl as beautiful, and let’s be honest, headstrong, as you.”I don’t think I’m headstrong but I let that go. I said, “You’re on the right subject, though. Can we talk quietly and nobody gets upset?”She looked at me for a moment and told me to sit down at the kitchen table. She got two glasses out and.