Your cock is now so hard. I tell you to gently stroke it. You get so excited you grab it and start to beat it. But I won't allow that. You are only al...owed to stroke it gently and softly. I tell you exactly what I want your hands to do. I love watching you obey my commands. Your precum has already started. But I spend a lot of time directing you on how to pleasure yourself. Suddenly I tell you to stop. We sit back and continue talking. Me topless, and you naked and still blindfolded. I make you. When Sue took me to see her I was not sure what exactly I was going toget from seeing a 'therapist' but in the end it was more than worthwhile as she polished and improved the feminine movement and bodylanguage cues Sue had been trying to teach me. Having spoken to Suewhen she made the appointment the therapist also assumed I was agenuine TS, and I did not have the heart to point out her error orjudgement as she chided me about not starting my RLT under a doctor'ssupervision and immediately. I couldn't move and something was in my stomach. Then I passed out. When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital and all these tubes were sticking out of me. The doctor gave me anesthesia and performed surgery. That's what left the scar. When I woke up, my mom blamed me for my dad's death. When I heard he was dead, I went hysterical. They gave me some medication and I couldn't think straight. When the medication wore off, my mom continued berating me. Till this day, I can hear her voice scolding. Sometimes I was with friends who would mysteriously fade into the background whenever Ydobon came into view. Just as often, we would meet in train compartments, multi-storey car parks, public squares (beside imposing statues of lions, dragons or horses) and all the other places one could meet by chance rather than by design.Sometimes, Ydobon recognised me. Sometimes it was as if it was for the first time. Sometimes we'd been close friends since time immemorial. Sometimes it was a brief kiss and.