A housewife. I want to give my husband pleasure. I want to be Mrs. Johnson."I called for Mrs. Johnson. I could hear her footsteps as she appeared. "Gi...e me the printout," she demanded. I complied. She began to read to herself."A housewife, eh? Incredible. You have no idea what the life of a housewife is like. But you'll learn. Oh yes, how you'll learn." She read from the paper, "I want to be a woman. A housewife. I want to give my husband pleasure." She shook her head. "Okay, bitch, so be it.. Good. For the first timein your life, you are starting to learn something.We fucked pretty continuously for the next three days,with only a little time off for an occasional meal and adrive around parts of the estate she hadn’t seen. Ioffered to show her more of Italy, but she said shepreferred to fuck me. I didn’t keep score, but Iprobably dumped about twenty more loads deep into Mary’spussy, maybe ten in her throat, and three or four in herrectum. Or to be more precise,. It was daytime, and the sunlight that filtered between the blades of the blind, was warm and comforting. The bed and room looked clean as well as new and well are for.The body I'd inherited was a mystery, and I decided to start there and see what I could figure out about my new life. When I moved my arms, I saw I was quite diminutive. My wrists were thin and the hands at the end were slender and small. That led to a more deliberate examination, and I lifted the bed sheet and gown away from my. “I know you will,” Anna said as forced her way in with another hard thrust.“No, NO!” Darcy’s mom cried.“Now THAT, ladies, is real pain.”Regardless of her pleas and cries, my mom continued to push her nine inch dildo deeper and deeper into Dorothy’s colon.Finally it was all the way in, “There! Nothing is like seeing a job all the way to the finish. Am I right, ladies?”Dorothy, who was hoarse from all her screaming, panted. She said, “Oh God. Oh God,” over and over.“Now let’s get you that orgasm,.