"What will you do?" asked Shanti."What can I do? I must do what he wants. I deserve this humiliation, but the kids... they must never see that picture... I don't think I could... would want to live without my children!" I'd like to help," breathed Shanti, walking up from behind."Help, but how... ?Shanti's arms went around the woman, her hands cupping large breasts while her fingers and thumbs squeezed nipples."No, this is what got me into..."But already her eyes were closing and she was reaching. "Guess it makes sense. I mean, I'm the man now and you're the wifeso you have my last name," the new Jenson said. Jackie nodded heragreement but her face showed that this was just one more thing she hadlost in the exchange.They both agreed that they could not have faced this alone and could nothave done it as calmly if the changes had been permanent. It was hardexplaining to their parents and siblings and both of them agreed thattelling anyone else would be easy in comparison. The next day,. I had immediate visions of some wizened crone brandishing a walking stick at me if I made too much noise. Luckily, I enjoyed the quiet life.I’d been there about three weeks and had almost finished moving in when I first met her. Apart from work my time had been spent unpacking boxes, putting up shelves, doing a little redecorating. All the multitude of jobs when one first moves in. Finally, I had decided to take some time out and chill. It was the height of summer and the middle of a heatwave.. At first I am confused but then I feel his hands on my legs, stroking them, and suddenly I understand what is going on. I do not want to hurt his feelings by telling him to go away so instead I pretend to be asleep and see if he gets the message and leaves. I can feel his hands moving up my legs and under my shorts, his fingers are very close to my balls, my body responds automatically. I feel blood rushing to my penis as it starts to harden. More and more I am convinced that I am a slut, the.