James is in pretty good shape and the shirt showed it off. The pants were also form-fitting, so tight you could tell what religion he was, even soft. ...I don't think he realized just how tight it looked, but I sure did and I loved it. From behind his ass was perfection! He tried it with underwear, but it wrecked it. Without underwear, it was nearly obscene . . . I loved it. For a second I was tempted to stay in, but figured we would be playing later! Time to scare the shit out of his. Sure enough, he went for 'em both.To tell the truth, I wasn't letting him lick my feet just for the fun of it. I was hoping the sound of my giggling would cover up the sound my backpack made as I unzipped it. I was using my feet to distract him while my hand fished through my backpack for the leash.But, the second my fingers touched the leash, Lance stopped licking.Again, he just stood and stared at me, with my hand stuck inside my bag. Was he reading my mind? Did he suspect my ulterior. "Miss," she said very softly. "Miss!"I didn't move. For a moment, it stayed very quiet in the room, and then I felt her hand on my shoulder, and she shook with my body.I made some 'waking up' noises and then opened my eyes, looking in the brown eyes of the girl sitting next to me. And with a dreamy voice I said, "Hi?" Are you okay Miss?" She asked me."Eh ... yes," I said, doing like I wasn't sure where I was."Do you want me to untie you?" Eh..." I said, lifted my head a little and when I looked. "That first time was hard for me. My boss, informed of my acquiescence(by Anna herself, no less, who also let him know I would become thegirl-boy he wanted), was intent on having me early. It was not even10:00 am before I was summoned to his office. Katarina, his tall,blond, arrogant Russian assistant, ushered me in with an enigmaticsmile. She seemed to know something and it made my stomach feel queer.I looked down at her feet. They were beautiful. Long, lean and meantfor worship. How much.