"I'm an 'ore," I said, grinning at the tawdry slag in the mirror thatwinked suggestively back at me. "I'm a slag. I'm nothing but a cheapfuckin' pross...ie."Oh, this was good. It was really bloody good.My voice had adapted. It wasn't just the pitch and sound of it that I'dadopted: the physical effects of using her vocal chords. I hadinherited her turn of phrase too.That was the beauty of the Golden Gloom. The physical transformationwas only the first step - the first barrier to cross. My mind had. " Well, Bath has loads of great restaurants. Choose the one that you and Jeanette really like, let Carole know and she'll get it booked up. How about it?"He smiled, "OK, you're on."I stopped at a wine store on my way back and browsed the malt whiskies, looking for one for my new office decanter. I like the stuff, but I'm far from an expert. After looking at the whisky shelves for some time, an assistant came over to help. Having told him that what I wanted was a whisky for early evenings, just. His strong arms suddenly picked me up under my back and knees and he carried me to the bed and laid me down. He dropped his pants and I could see a big bulge under his briefs. He peeled his underwear off and his big dick popped out. It was fat and long, at least eight inches, maybe nine. It was anchored by big balls and his crotch was harrier than his chest. He climbed on the bed, straddling me as he laid his cock between my breasts and spit on it, sliding it between my boobs. I watched as the. Shaking my head, I flashed him a smile. "Not tonight. Thought I mightturn in early. Get a good night?s rest."He returned my grin. "Sounds like a winning plan to me, Charlie. Goodnight." Night ... Daddy."Back up in my room, I closed the door and made my way over to the bed.While pulling back the thick comforter, I noticed the message light onmy phone, sitting on the nightstand, was blinking. When I picked it upand touched my thumb to the scanner, the screen flared to life showingthat I?d missed.