. ) * * * * * My wife has always had an aversion to any form of lesbianism. She would exclaim in disgust at even the mildest display on TV, such as tw... women kissing. She also had an exaggerated gag reflex, one so bad that she couldn’t even go snorkelling with me. The obvious result of the gag reflex was that I never got treated to a blowjob. The one time that she actually agreed to give me one, early in our marriage, she got physically ill when I came in her mouth. As you can imagine, this was. So he presented himself at Tom’s house as directed, on time to the second(though he had not insisted on this) and dressed in his usual casualclothes of jeans, t-shirt, trainers. He carried a small bag with basic toiletries - and that was all. Tom opened the door, also casually dressed and Martin, with his heart beating crazily, went in. The next hourwas spent putting him at his ease, getting him to relax. Martin knew Tom likedfetish gear - he had seen the pictures of him in leather and rubber. It was a woman's face. He looked down and noticed his pastel bluetuxedo was now a pastel blue evening gown which accented his new curvesbrilliantly. His auburn hair was now in a chignon. There were diamondearrings in his lobes. He also had the thought that he should bereferring to himself as a she now."That is right Kyle, you are now Kylie. In this new reality you were borna girl, everything else is the same as you still live with yourmisogynistic father and will have to find it in. After the party and back in our room, my roomie started calling me Bitch Boy. He said, “ I didn’t know you were a cocksucker. And to think I could have had you sucking my cock for the past two years.” “I’m not a cocksucker. I just accepted a drunken dare. I have never sucked a cock before and I’m not planning to do it again,” I said. “Oh yes you are. You are going to suck my cock, if you know what is good for you, and I may even fuck you. If you don’t suck my cock I’m going to spread around.