I cannot help it, and don’t know why. Whenever I see John, this most serious, intense and handsome man concentrating so hard on painting me as I lie... down as still as a mouse, I would become consumed by dirty thoughts. My pussy would become swollen and wet. John knew this, and used this knowledge to deliberately torture me, then give me the release I wanted. We used to fuck all the time while we worked together. It made me happy and secure with what I was doing with my life for him, and posing. I looked at myreflection in a shop front. I was always quite a thin man and this meantthat now, dressed as I was, I made quite a convincing woman. I thenrealised that I was looking into a sex shop window and the man inside wasbeckoning me to come in.Once inside Jane found a corset and said, "Hey, Simone, you always saidyou wanted your own corset, well this looks perfect, why don't you try iton. Go on I dare you."I had never turned down a dare before and I didn't intend to start now.Besides I. Then the bomb hit. She was having her period. She said it was alright, as long as I didn’t mind a mess. I couldn’t believe that after two dates she was willing to have me in her… while she was on the rag. Too much. I said “no”. That wasn’t the way I pictured our first intimate encounter. To my surprise (again), she said that it was OK and that there were other ways to have fun. I kissed her with the best full-tongue kiss I could muster, and held her head as she slowly, caressingly. I have a silk design that would bring out the color of your eyes.’ Miss Calloway said to Helen, then asked, ‘Is there anything in particular you two wish to look at?’ ‘She needs a new wardrobe.’ ‘Your wife has come to the right place.’ ‘He’s…he’s not my husband.’ Helen murmured, expecting some sort of rejection from this shop as well. Anyone could see they were not related. ‘I am her guardian.’ Vincent said. ‘Ah. I only wondered. It helps in the selection of garments. Well now, let us get you.