Rather than the blonde wig I'd worn the night before, I chose my longauburn colored one. Grace wore high heels, but I wore a morecomfortable two-inch... heel. Being dressed as a woman made me less self-conscious about Grace being taller than me.We were able to walk to the restaurant where we agreed to meet Mandy.She was already at a table when we walked in. Mandy was wearing atennis outfit. It turned out she was supposed to play later in theafternoon.We greeted each other with hugs and then. I would like to say I remember a black bra and sexy stockings and the sensation of cupping and kissing her breasts as I slid the bra off. I would like to say I took my time and savoured every moment of that first encounter but I honestly cannot recall. I do remember holding her as soon as I slid into bed. The sensation of holding a naked partner for the first time is all encompassing, a flood of the senses as skin meets skin for the first time. Partners experience that unique first moment. ."Wear these tonight, and be ready for your mistress."The paper was a very nice perfumed pink paper, and it had blackhandwriting on it that was very beautiful and feminine. It took me onlya second to realize exactly who this had come from and I felt a rush ofexcitement and anticipation run through me! Was Leana coming to visitme tonight? I couldn't wait. I ran around my apartment cleaning upeverything, and even picked up some extra food anticipating having tomake someone a special breakfast in. She was not too good looking but she had a good figure and a hard body, seemed like a body hardened with years of manual work. We generally chit chatted and then parted after exchanging numbers. On Sunday afternoon she called me up and she agreed to come to my place. She was wearing a conservative salwar kameez. I brought her a glass of juice and sat across her staring at her. She asked me what I was staring at the following conversation ensued. For the benefit of all I am writing it in.