"No I got it." I snatched the soap from him and began soaping myself up, starting with my chest and under arms, my arms, then my legs. I lathered up l...ike I always did, until you couldn't see any skin. Then I got to my crotch. Before I could soap myself up, Ryan took the soap."I'll get it," he said, and grabbed my now soft meat. He used one hand to lift my limp boyhood, and the other to rub the soap all over. Up and down my cock, under my hairless sac and back up my thickening shaft. He did this. His mindshifted between his observation of his new female stature and self-pityas to why he continued to be outdone by his past secretary. It seemedeverywhere he looked he received different visual signals thatoverwhelmed him. One moment he looked at Melanie across the crowdedauditorium and he was proud of her accomplishments, he recalled fondlyhiring her and encouraging her to stretch. Now she had a powerful seniorposition in an even larger company! The next moment he looked down therow at all. Dean had her watch in the fulllength mirror as he pinched her right nipple and pulled her to her toes by thethong. The detailed print of a large masculine hand was clearly visible againstthe pale white flesh of her breastspurplebruises were already beginning to form where he had pinched her???? ?His hands covered her front, nestling hersmall flat nipples in the palm.? He pulledher back against his body his hands forcing her breasts flat against her chestwall, fingers spread wide to grip as much. .. you’ll be running away from your cellmate if that check is a day late or a dollar short.”“God damn it, Betty! Why do you have to be such a hard ass?” he whined. “You know I lost my God damned job over this bullshit. I make barely over half of what I did before. And the court didn’t take that into consideration. They just jotted down an arbitrary figure and said, “Pay this amount every month.”“I don’t have to be a hard ass,” I said. “I just like it. Fucking up your finances is the least I can.