We've got lots to yabber about."The brew was brewing. I came into my own living room like it wasn't mine. "I don't think I understand you very well." ...ot stoked to see me, are ya? Well, the feelin's mu'ual. I'm not exahctly rapt, here, eithah. If it wadn't fer our two rorts, we woudn't be here now." What's a 'rort'?" A cheatah, ya littl' kindie." His eyes bored right through me."How did you find out?" My cook is a bloody computer dill. No worries. I'll get the caps." He stood and got into the. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I got so horny just looking at myself, because I truly looked and felt like a woman. I scanned the mirror for any sign of looking like me, and I truly looked like a completely different person. I jumped on the bed and slipped out the dildo. It was heavy in my hands, and quickly found that it's heavy in my mouth too. I took in just the head first, like they do on all the pornos. I sucked on the head for a second, then went down to suck on. I learned that John was an executive for a big company and did a lot of traveling, she was a school teacher and they had two daughters both in college. As we spoke, John came over and introduced himself as well. It was obvious, Sarah was the more social of the two and she ended up taking me around to the other neighbors to introduce me. As things began to wind down, I said my goodbye and headed into the house.A few days later, as I was coming home from work, I saw John leaving the house. We. For 2 years the abuse continued and then one day my parents divorced. Just like that! I never knew why. I didn't really care, I didn't have a life anyway. My bruises from all the abuse meant I had no friends. My grades dropped. I sinked into depression. All I had was Peter. He had been my friend for seven years. He didn't know of course, I could never bring myself to explain the bruises. But he worried. He was 6'3 and well built. His black hair was curled at the top and pushed to the left side.