I met with some female friends who were happy to help me with getting used to all kinds of female things. Thing were going great in just a few more we...ks. I started to move and feel like a real girl and being reminded by my period that I am really a girl I started to accept my new life. I was really going to like to buy new clothes. The dresses, miniskirts, lingery, nylons and high heels were turning me on. My latest buy was a frilly bathingsuit.Not all things were great. I lost my job which. There we stayed in calangoot near baga beach…it was month of dec season time in goa…if it is season time then you would expect lot of bikini babes in beaches i was dumbstuck to seee lot of women in just two piece my cock was trying to see them but controlled myself and my littlemaster.Now i will come in to the main story with wasting much of your time….once i was walking on the sea shore in the evening as my friends were inside the hukka parlour there was this guy who was talking about massages. Five. As for me, was it four that first night? It didn’t count if they were in a row, right? Besides, it didn’t matter. None of it mattered when my snatch was leaking so much that I was afraid I’d leave a puddle on the hotel carpet. Jesus Christ. How could being used so brazenly turn me on so much?I pressed my legs together, trying to supress the urge to come. He’d tied the belt so tight around my wrists that I could feel it digging in. Even that small pain contributed to the pace of my racing. First, to protect the innocent. Second, to pull the SOL version more closely in line with the fully rewritten release version on Kindle. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I.