Since Part 1, though, things have changed with me somewhat.I've gotten tired of the TG clubs and the repetitive games with theadmirer types that frequ...nt them, I don't travel much anymore, andafter awhile I got bored with the bookstores as a regular diet :-)But the local bookstores ended up being closed down by the authoritiesanyway.And most of my adventures have been of the personal type, some datingand a few quick Internet hookups but nothing especially worthy ofprint.But last year I found. “So, u\you’re such a piece of shit that you are willing to hit a woman,” she said mockingly. “You are no better than an animal, yourself.”I smiled, “First of all, you are not a woman, but a treacherous Voguel bitch. Second, be lucky I showed any semblance of control, as I could have snapped your thin little neck if I wanted to. However, you present a fountain of knowledge that needs to be tapped and that is what is keeping you alive.”I saw her visibly pale a bit, though she did not let any fear. Maybe you could fuck me just a little. I want to feel that big thing inside me.”“I’d love to. And I’ll be careful not to go off accidentally.”“Mmm. Good.”She ran her tongue along the length of my cock and covered the head with her lips and sucked. Not another word was spoken as she moved her head back and forth. I enjoyed the sight of her beautiful face and my cock disappearing between her lips while she gently squeezed my balls. The feeling intensified so much I held onto the window sill and. My sister and I immediately flew out there to look after the children and their business.It was only later that I was to realise, I should have sorted things out with Becky before I went, but hindsight can be wonderful thing; you can always see your mistakes when you look back on them. A letter or two to Rebecca could have made all the difference to our lives.It was eight months before I returned to England. I quickly learnt through the grapevine, that Becky had got herself pregnant by some.