"In short I embrace that part of me that states unequivocally, 'I'm a woman who loves each and every part of my life.' I don't want to be on the cover... of Vogue or Cosmopolitan, I don't expect to be swooped off my feet by some virile, healthy specimen of male, not that I'd complain if it happened, but I'm not going to lose sleep over it if it does not happen. After a few moments of silence Ms. Bloom asked about my initial response to beginning hormone treatment. I told her that it was still too. Sams half-closed eyes flew open and he looked at me in surprise and stammered an apology, Sarah! I-Im so s-s-so-I smiled reassuringly even though my panties were soaked with desire, not moving I caught a twitch of movement coming from the front of Sams jeans. So, the family&hellip,? I implored with a smirk of satisfaction, Sam was finally noticing me! O-Oh, the family called a while earlier, before you came home, and said they had planned a trip for themselves and had left. They wont be back. ”“I thought I might hang around and guard the prisoner” responded Richard between breaths as he continued his rhythmic shafting of the condemned girl.“I doubt guarding is what you had in mind and I think you could both use a rest. We will lock the door…she isn’t going anywhere.”“Ok sir, thanks for the invitation, where are we going?”“Not sure. Where is the best restaurant in town?”“Establishment E, down on the waterfront he responded”“Good, we’ll go there and then…kick on, maybe a nightclub or. Very nice. I let him give me pedicure as reward. He very happy. I tell him, ?You like pretty feet so much, why not make your own pretty toes?? He asks what I mean.I say, ?Give yourself pedicure. Same color of toenails as mine. Yes, you do or no more kissy-foot.?Next time his toes painted. Color of ripe strawberries. I laugh and he turn pink, very embarrassed. That’s good, I think. I tell him not to worry. His toes very cute this way. ?Don’t you think so too,? I tease.I make him admit that he.