." she said, staring. "Oh my... how?" She stood up and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror.Then she looked down again. Slowly, with ...er hand shaking, she touchedthe new equipment between her legs. It was there. It was true. Somehow,she was sexually a man now. She walked back to her bed and sat down. It wasn't possible. Therewas nothing out there that could cause a change like this. What was shegoing to do? She considered calling an ambulance, but what would shesay? Hello,. All my barely suppressed rage boiled over in me and I could not contain my voice. Maria’s insolent response to my demand to know what was going on served only to incense me further. Further still was my passion aroused when she stood mockingly before me and stroked her ladyprick, her knowing eyes tempting me to react and so I might had not the Mistress then arrived upon the scene. I expected to be admonished, dismissed, even humiliated by her but, as I have said before, she is a saintly woman.. So I was absent for some days in tuition class and sir told me that he will take extra classes for me on every Saturday and Sundays. Sir was just 30 yrs old and was unmarried. I used to wear tight and low-neck dresses, which reveals my Body shape. First day of special class went quite well, and second day too. On the third day, he started touching me here and there. I did not tell anything. Actually, I was eager to know all the pleasures of sex except FUCK.On the third day, in the middle of the. I stood half in the doorway, looking at her with faint concern. I wore black trousers with a matching jacket and tie over one of his few button-up white shirts. " You look nice John," she said casually. It is then that she took a quick look down at herself. Olivia had changed into an old nightshirt which is getting a little small for her, and as she had shifted on the bed it had ridden up, exposing most of her midriff. She sat up and tugged it down impatiently, checking her appearance in the.