(Loser -Jen)February 12th 2013The lab contacted me this morning, to say that they could arrange for asex reassignment operation, paid for by them, wit...hin the next six weeks.I have not had enough time to think. Do I really want my own fanny. Theoperation is painful and takes a long time to recover from. I have nointerest in sex with men, so why do I want a fanny. I can still get somepleasure from my dick. I can't give any pleasure with it though.Jen says that I would be tidying up what is now an. Katie had obviously had so much fun and was so happy that I really couldn't see how or why I would ask her not to go. I told her that I was pleased that she liked the women at her office and added that while I would miss her on Friday evenings, I understood why she might want to celebrate the beginning of the weekend with the girls from work. I also told her that I thought it was healthy for married couples to have a little bit of freedom. Katie was so happy that she showered me with kisses and. I startedthat Monday, with only a little bit of grumbling.The two guys we arewatching making the most noise, saying that we did not need anotherlayer, and the fact that I did not report to either of them. They hatedthat. I started my research by looking at all of the invoices from thepast three years, pulling the ones that I had no knowledge of thecompany represented. I gave Matt the addresses of the places Isuspected were fronts, and he set the detectives on a hunt for theaddresses listed, and. Involuntarily, her lower lip trembled, and tears rose to cloud her vision. With a tight, knowing smile, the Count stepped forward, his hand rising to caress her cheek. Instinctively, her head moved toward him, her lips parted, yearning to be kissed. Instead he grasped the top of her petticoat and ripped downward, tearing the entire garment from her in one motion, leaving her naked and trembling before him. Slowly, deliberately, the Count took his position and raised the long black whip. As he.