I walked into the kitchen and asked her what the fuck she thought she was doing, and she gave me one of those ?I don’t feel well? looks. But fuck ho... she feels. I am the fucking bread winner. I feed the cow, clothe her, and all she has to do is keep the fucking place clean and have my meal ready.Without a word I walked over to where she sat and slapped her hard across the face. Sending the cow sprawling across the floor. Even before she could start crying I was kicking her in the guts, ignoring. "Okay, how did you convince the SBI to let me go and not send me back to the joint?" I asked."Well first of all the threat of a return to the state women's maximum security facility is still on the table. The difference is now I Control your return, not Agent Mission. The how was simple Commandant Porter convinced Agent Mission's superior, that it would be easier to hide your existence if we ran the ops and just leased you to them. We don't have any auditors from which we need to hide off the. "No sir," I shook my head. "I ... I really do like football, I just, uh ... I think the guys need some time, you know? About the locker room thing, I mean." Never you mind that right now." Coach shooed all those concerns away with his hand. "How bad do you want to play football?"I opened my mouth to say something, but he shushed me quick."And how bad do you want to be a boy?" Coach grinned like he'd known all my secrets all along."I..." I stared at him. I wanted to be a boy more than anything. .. want to shower?" Oooh, good idea. Now we both have shafts to soap," and our sticky hot bodies headed for the comfort of the stinging hot water.As we dried off, I giggled and said, "Kelly, you'd better get another order of those extra wide towels," as I pointed to bottom edge where her cock knob was poking out."Geez... didn't even consider that, she laughed back, "But my thing-y was its own hiding place," as she squatted down and slipped it between her pussy lips and stood up. "You're right.