He knew that as long as I thought there was kindness coming soon, I'd bemore receptive to our repeated sado-masochistic play, and viceversa...and he w...as right, I needed both, which I didn't know when wefirst met - then it was all about sex and just acknowledging my sissyfeelings for once. But Daddy is always right, guiding me step by stepinto a new life...I fixed my blonde wig still with the two dangly little pigtails high onmy head, brushing and pinning it quickly, oh god it really does. Little things make the difference, he thought as he put the tray back on the rack, picked up another tray and went into the empty room, pretending to deliver it to a patient.A couple of moments later, he walked back out, minus the tray, picked up his list and pretended to look at it, then started for the VIP suite.As the assassin approached, the agent came to his feet. "Good morning." Morning," the assassin answered, apparently preoccupied as he pretended to search for the correct tray. Picking. He was very well dressed in an Armani suit and as well as being very handsome he had an air of confidence and authority round him. “Sorry for that,” he apologised. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” She quickly calmed down. His smile and his manner brought out the femininity in her. He gave her a lingering look with direct eye contact and she had to look away. She was a married woman and shouldn’t be having the thoughts that were suddenly coming into her head. “You were in ladies underwear last. She leant back in her seat, and I reached over and once again cupped her tits with my hands."Just lick," She said."OK," I said, my voice shaky and thick.She lay back and I leaned over toward her midsection, placing both of my hands on her cunt. I began moving my fingers up and down the inner labia, feeling the wetness there as she writhed around.I was now stroking it steadily, and I was so close, I could count the light brown hairs in front of my eyes. I put my mouth on the lips, and flicked up.