He was keenly aware of one thing however. To be caught snooping would mean instant decapitation. No tribunal, no court, nothing. He would be executed ...n front of the Sultan by his guards if the Sultan but snapped his fingers. If the Sultana snapped her fingers, he would be executed in half the time and with twice the brutality. He was playing a dangerous game though. He knew that great rewards come to only to those who are willing to undertake great risks. So he plodded on, ever alert and ever. She was still puffing but after a couple of minutes said. "What is a cunt?" he could barely control his delight, to have his wife using a four letter word; it was music. "A cunt my dear is where I just shoved my cock, in other words my dear I was fucking your cunt" She lay for many minutes, her tits were still wobbling and sweat was glittering in the soft light, she then turned, her face was actually smiling. "Fuck my cunt again", she said. He nearly fell out of bed but fuck her cunt he did and. Dr. Marks took Paul shopping. He acquiredwigs. She bought him makeup and instructed him in the art of using it. She had his ears triple pierced and bought finger rings and bracelets tomatch his new ear studs. She added to his wardrobe, buying skirts,blouses, dresses, slips and more bras and panties.As his feminine wardrobe reached completion Dr. Marks insisted hedispose of all his male clothing. It took three trips to the charitydrop box to rid Paul of all male pants, shirts, shoes, suits,. ’ I looked at him. ‘But it’s only a minute walk.’ I nodded. ‘Yeah. I know.’ ‘Probably got distracted. Doesn’t take much with him,’ Devon said with a grin, as he plugged in his keyboard. It was the newest of all the equipment, a birthday gift from his grandparents in Texas. ‘Are you still working on that story?’ Dalton asked me. I nodded. ‘Yeah. I think this one’s going to be the longest one I’ve written.’ ‘How’s that?’ ‘I don’t know. The more I right, the more it seems to write itself. I’m.