Ken lowered his head, his eyes radiating an intensity that would not be denied. "Eat your fucking hamburger - now!" he hissed when Marta stared back s...upidly at him. Robotically she picked up the hamburger; the scent of the meat making her sick. She looked at it with displeasure. She desperately wanted to throw it, anywhere, just so she wouldn't have to smell it any more. "Good," Ken said a little more gently, "Now put the hamburger in your stupid cunt mouth." His voice rose slightly towards. Sure, I always hoped that one day I'd settle down with the right person, and that I'd be content to do that. But at the time, I felt there was something I had to do first, to get out of my system, to say I've lived. To leave my mark on the world.The only problem was, I didn't know what that was. Sure, I'm reasonably attractive. I'm of average height, with pale skin and brown hair and eyes. Although my breasts are small, my curves look pretty neat. I watch what I eat. I've got a black spandex. Only three episodes in all that time had occurred that mighthave tipped her off: once, she came home unexpectedly, and Ibarely had time to change, before she walked in on me. The newgarterbelt I had bought was in plain sight, but I had told herthat I had bought it for her.The second incident was a Halloween party after we had beenmarried a few years. We hadn't thought about costumes until theday of the party, and had nothing around, when I came up withthe idea of going as a football player & a. The dress was cut low to show his new cleavage which wasfreshly waxed to match with the rest of his body. She demanded that hemaintain a hair free condition. The shoes were now 3" stilettos for hischores, 4" for lounging and 5" when she wanted him pleasuring her in thebedroom. The entire ensemble was so much tighter than his first foraysinto cross dressing.The sun had worked its way across the sky. He had watched the shadowsmove from midday to afternoon and then disappear. From his perch.