My housekeeper brought us all a class of champagne and we toasted. My father took a seat across from both of us on the couch."So you two going to a co...stume party tonight?"Rome and I giggled. I know Rome thought he was probably making a sly joke, but I knew my father was probably serious. All these years he has been na? to the model and acting business. Perhaps his small town boyhood suppressed this wild lifestyle and that is why he devoted his life to just his work."No dad, we are going to a. Their tongues wrestled with one another, tasting each others juices and exploring each others mouths with wild abandon. He felt as though they were floating on a cloud together, he had never felt such passion, such urgency and such tenderness in his life. As she sheathed him, their fingers began to explore each other as bodies entwined and tongues joined as one in the most intensely erotic experience of their lives. ++++++++++++++++++ It was a late afternoon sun that shone on Kabir’s eyes,. And so early on a Saturday morning, a morning I usually had a lie in, Igot up and dressed from the skin out. I took my time and didn't rush. Irelished the chance to become my femme-self. I applied a very subtledaytime look to my make up not wanting to over do it.I felt wonderful. And I took several pictures with my phone. I thoughtabout sending them to Eos. I wrote her a text asking 'What do you think?'and attached the pictures. Before I knew it I had hit the send button. Iwas glad I had kept. “You have permission to speak…quickly.” “Thank you, Master,” your voice was throaty and deep, dried from the air-conditioning that kept your skin covered in goose bumps, “I have to go…to work? Have you arranged something, Master?” You took a sip of the water I handed you. “Oh, thank you again, Master,” your voice was much smoother and you sat up slowly, “that tastes so good. What is going to happen, Master?” You looked deep into my eyes. “Understand something, slut…that.