She esperately wanted to let some of it out. The cramps increased to the point where she started to leak. As the drops hit the floor she knew she was ...in for a bad time of it and went ahead and let the rest out knowing that a drop was as bad as all of it. She was standing there in a puddle of warm water when the slave maid returned. The anger welled up in the maid’s face at the sight of Jennifer’s enema on the floor. She stormed out of the room without saying a word. Jennifer wondered what. Much prettier older sister. But she’s not a bad catch. She’s in pharmacy school.”“Nice. And the groom?”“That’s the thing,” she began. “He’s actually pretty good looking. Software engineer. Master’s from NYU. He was born and raised here. Vik is very Jersey. Guido friends and all. But, Farishta didn’t come here until she was 9 or 10. So, she’s developed differently.”“Are they a good match,” the businessman pressed.“Does it matter,” she giggled. “They’ll make it work.”“I guess.”“I’ve been meaning. He takes one slow and cautious step backwards. Takes a deep breath. How much would that unassuming bag cost on the street? He has no idea, has no clue how he could even go about selling something so insanely valuable, but it doesn’t matter. His thoughts are on matters more immediately satisfying anyway. The things that he imagines make his head swim, make his heart pound. Make his cock ache and thrust upward with a strength that he had thought stolen by middle-age. He wonders how many women he. I'll be right back."As Michelle left, Randi, who awoke that morning as Jay, made herselfcomfortable on the couch, awkwardly crossing her legs after realizingsitting as a man left little to the imagination."What the fuck are you doing," Randi heard an angry voice say behind her."Did I tell you to sit on my couch you fucking slut." Randi got up andturned around to find Michelle wearing only a black shiny leotard, blackhigh heels, and a healthy layer of makeup. Michelle walked around thecouch.