Was she a secret agent working behind enemy lines?”“I don’t know,” Tamsin laughed, “Why don’t you wait and ask her yourself?”“Or a cod...e breaker at Bletchley Park perhaps?”Tamsin glanced at me dismissively, smiled, and then slowly shook her head. I looked at her hands as they gripped the steering wheel. They were clad in black leather driving gloves, perforated with round holes through which I could see her golden skin. She wore a soft, pale vermillion cashmere blouse, tastefully adorned with a. He wants me ready for him so he can show me his love and make me his girl.The act of preparation, the douching and initial lubing, knowing I'm going be taking a real man cock inside me builds on the sexual emotion and makes me feel so submissive and feminine.laying there in my nighty and panties and assuming the position he desires, normally face down, pussy up, legs together, wiggling my bottom and submitting and offering myself to him is such a sissy/feminine feeling.Sometimes he has me on. He sprung off the bed and gathered the small pile of discarded clothing that he had stripped off of Emma; throwing it onto her lap and running silently over to her door.“Get dressed quickly.” Jason hissed to Emma as he put his ear to her bedroom door. Although the voices downstairs were muffled, it didn’t sound like they were getting closer. There was no guarantee that that was going to always be the case but at least they had time.“Oh shit, oh shit.” Emma mumbled to herself. “What are they. This time he forcedhis tongue into my mouth. He held me tightly and I could feel him stiffeningagainst me. As we kissed I felt his hand brush mybreast and I kissed him back passionately. His handgrew bolder cupping my breast kneading it squeezing itand I felt weak at the knees. I broke away saying I was a married woman and heshouldn’t be doing this. he retorted that I was a sexywoman. It’s a long time since anyone called me sexy. Hekissed me again as we stood in the kitchen and.