Everything staying warm in the oven, champagne breathing; good to go. Then a knock on the door. It's unlike her to be early he thought as he answered ...the door. It wasn't her, well not his fiancée Jennifer anyway. It was Fiona looking drop dead gorgeous (as usual) in a slinky black cocktail dress (which was not) that had a décolletage that almost went down to her belly button."Hi Jeremy" she said in a very low and throaty tone. "Hope you don't mind me coming over unexpected.". I cried like anygirl would have cried. I was sure I did because I had been told I was agirl. But, I wasn't just any girl, I was something very few women ever areand even less transgendereds. I was a submissive feminine object for thepleasure of men. My wants would not be of any importance.Finally, I heard a key in the door and the latch click. The door squeakedas it opened. I hadn't heard it before but now my ears heard everythingsince I had loss one of my senses during my bondage. First I felt. A black corset that pushed her tits up and together making sexy cleavage. It stopped just above her pubic area and her pussy was completely uncovered. Her black stockings where long enough that actually reached her pussy lips. I said where is the rest of your costume? She said the shoes are still in the box. I pointed at her hairless pussy and said what about your snatch? She said what about it? It's uncovered I said . She said I know, I'm going to leave it that way. She asked if I thought her. Booth is not a small waif by a long way. I guessed about 5’5” and a size 14 with my limited knowledge of things. Not big titted but they looked nice, full and yes a sag, but she had had three children, Mick the youngest. Her hair was short in a neat trim, naturally wavy and Booth was a paid up member of the ginger group. It was quite startlingly bright and I think natural. Just before the last step Booth tottered and lost her balance but I had her in a firm grip, being a big chap is often good,.