"I'm sorry?" asked Leanne."Look, I don't have time for all this getting-to-know-you bullshit, OK? If you want to do this, then you have to do exactly ...as I say, otherwise you should leave right now. There are plenty of other subs in this area if you're not really into it."Leanne glanced nervously back at the door. She took a deep breath, then took off her clothes one by one as the butch woman went away and came back."Good," said the woman as she took in Leanne's naked body. "Maybe you'll be some. I ignored the magazinesand started my homework. Eventually a combination of interest, curiosity,and a desire to see how Mom would react won out. With the most girlishhand gesture that I could manage I picked one of the magazines up,glancing at Mom as I opened it. She was smiling.I started reading the makeup styles section in the magazine. Soon Inoticed Mom coming back into the room with a shopping bag. She looked atwhat I was reading, and this time I did not try to hide it."Don't her nails look. I was once again greeted with a furrowed brow, and eyes filled with a silent rage."Put your robe on and go take a seat in the living room, Victoria." Sir, can I know what this is about?" You'd do well to do as you're told, Victoria. I will not repeat myself," He stated flatly before briskly exiting the room.On unsteady legs, with shallow breaths, I did as instructed and slid my satin robe over my shoulders then stumbled out of the washroom. In the silence, the gentle noises that my feet made as. I know that I didn’t think of it that way,” the man said.“How long have you been married?”The man answered, “Over twenty years.”“You’ve been married that long. I find that interesting. Do you want a divorce?” Titus said.“No. I love my wife,” the man answered.“We’ve already established that she wants a divorce so there’s no need to ask about that. How long have you been wearing dresses?” Titus asked.“Since I was a teenager. I used to sneak into my sister’s room and try on her clothes.”Titus.