By the time I left, they were already upstairs fucking.***“I know you were with Lisa,” I blurted out abruptly, unable to keep my dumb mouth shut, ...ven after the most delicious sex and the best orgasm ever. “So did you fuck her? Was she good?” I kept wondering why do I do these things to myself as he smiled at me.“Yeah, baby,” he gave me this smarmy smile. “Brotha gotta help out the po' white girl in need, doncha know?” I had to look away from him to hide my hurt pout and get my trembling lower. "Hurry up, slave!" she yelled. "I ain't got all day." Hurriedly, I shed my remaining clothes and knelt on the floor, waiting for what might cum next.My hands were roughly pulled behind me, and they were tied together. "Luckily," she said, "I carry a few necessary training supplies with me in my lunch-box." As I wondered what 'supplies' she was talking about, I felt her fingers on my left nipple, then a sharp pain as something was clamped onto my tit. I moaned in pain as she did the same to the. Once inside, the bags are dropped and again we are kissing and holding each other tight. My hands roam over her back, hers through my hair. Kisses become more urgent and caresses firmer and more adventurous. As her tongue threatens to take over my mouth, my hands grip the cheeks of her arse and she thrusts towards me. Sliding my hands lower I reach the hem of her dress and start the journey upwards again, this time on warm soft, smooth flesh. As I reach and squeeze her bare cheeks I hear her. Iwas swept away in a wash of feminine thrills. I quickly stripped off myclothes and put on her things. I looked in the mirror and for the firsttime in two years saw Brooke staring back. I started looking throughMandy's closet. She was a size 8-10. Her bras were tight around my chestbut the panties fit like my own.I sat around for a while and just tried to absorb what was happening. Iwas married. We had a house. I couldn't do this. I had to try to be a man.Mandy had told me that she didn't want.