Terry stood there taking it all. Never flinching, never backing away. This only fed my anger. He was not even embarrassed. The asshole. The fucking as...hole! Eventually I wore down. A long day of work combined with emotional upheaval finally gave way to physical exhaustion. Having run out accusations I looked for other avenues to humiliate him as he humiliated me, ‘So what gets you off? Watching some slut fuck. Some whore cream out? What is it?!?’ He glanced at the DVD player and I knew I had. As she pulled away from the pier, she told me to be there at five and turned the pontoon around. I stood there watching until she was out of sight.Dinner was great, we her parents made me feel welcomed. By the end of the evening it felt as if we'd known each other forever. I said good night and Diane told me to come by with my boat at seven, Saturday morning for some fishing.Saturday.There she was, waiting on the pier with her fishing gear. We loaded the gear on board as we discussed a plan of. I'm sure I turned five shades of red. But they danced along with their shirts off while the crowd cheered and clapped.When their pants came off, I was too nervous, embarrassed, and excited to do much more than stare slack-jawed. How far was this going? I had to admit Fred and Ian looked awfully good in their boxers!When they teased down their shorts, I knew I was in for something way out of the ordinary. Everyone hooted and hollered and soon I had two naked men shaking their butts and dicks at. I usually wear some kind of top and a mini skirt or just sometimes greet my visitors in just a top and panties. I have a slave collar fetish and always wear it, that goes on next and then my wig to finish. there is something still exciting to me when I put that wig on and finish the transformation, sometimes I do not even see my male self when I look in the mirror.So now I enjoy looking in mirror for a bit, adjusting and brushing wig. tweaking my look a little. I pour a small glass of vodka..