I went downstairs to get breakfast.We had a cold tiled floor downstairs and I saw that my slippers had beenreplaced with a pink pair of slippers or a ...pair of court shoes with athree inch heel.I chose the pink slippers trying to kid myself that they looked moremasculine than the court shoes. I wondered whether I would end upwearing those heels before or after my first bra.Having lost my job I had felt a sense of being emasculated. I had pridedmyself on being the breadwinner in our relationship. The morning updates of the financial channels all screamed the bounce-back and the calming of the selling. WSGG was mentioned in each of the stories, accompanied by a small clip which would probably become network stock piece when mentioning WSGG. It was Selena speaking while gesturing as the other members stood behind. Selena wasn't sure if she liked the notoriety.The morning meeting and the day went smooth. The markets and the stocks that were questionable seemed to have calmed after a wild. I knew I had to follow their rules so they couldn't have a reason to not hand over my clothes, and I was willing to do anything. I slid my right hand down my body, beyond my navel, lower, lower, just past my tiny tuft of hair. I stroked my labia up and down, breathing heavy, allowing my chest to rise and fall while my left hand continued to fondle my nipple. Slowly I let my fingers find their way into the inner folds of my vulva, massaging, kneading, manipulating. I notice everyone around me. "If we take the road along the edge of the canyon and go about a mile, we should be able to see the turnoff to the Bathsheba. Looks like there's a bunch of switchbacks going the rest of the way up."Liv nodded and headed for the snow covered shelf road. On one side of the white ribbon was a sheer rock face, on the other, a canyon drop-off. The going became treacherous as the road narrowed. It was barely wide enough for the armored SRT-8, and Liv clenched the steering wheel tightly, turning her.