I hadn’t realized how much time had passed being there but it was almost evening when I made it back to my girlfriends apartment. Opening the door I... was greeted by my girlfriends smiling face. She asked me how my first day at work as a girl was and I told her everything that had happened. She helped me out of the outfit and began rubbing all over my body, paying special attention to my nipples and my little caged cock. She guided me to the couch where we continued as she pushed play on the TV.. In sitcom world, however, a waitress and a secretary could afford it. I live in a tiny rent-controlled studio apartment on the Upper West Side that costs eight hundred dollars a month—rent-stabilized, of course. The studio consists of a living room-slash-bedroom, a small kitchen and a bathroom. My living room-slash-bedroom is decorated with a futon, books, CDs, movies, TV, stereo, and a night table. It’s all crammed in like a sardine can. I am so glad I’m not claustrophobic. After making sure I. ..Well, another birthday is upon me. The big 3-O. My wife had planned the party all I had to do was get dressed. For this one I was to be dressed as my alter ego and her lesbian slut, "Kellie."Our friends all know about this side of our lives, because they are almost all Fem / Dom couples as well. I showered and shaved, and pulled together my wardrobe. I picked out a gorgeous, sexy red dress, thigh highs, and the rest, (You know the routine) I won't bore you with the details but I was going to. “Michael Look out!” Raphael shouted, a split second before the barbed tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut. The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deliver a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a second Gargoyle slashed Raphael’s wings and then severed the Rosary Restraints with shadow energy streaming from it’s claws. The two injured Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of Hands technique.