"Let me see if my wife is ready," Maurice said.Maurice knocked on the bedroom door and called, "Honey, Marcus and Sean are here. Are you about ready, ...ear?" In a moment, dear," she replied. The truth was that she was scared stiff. The buzz of the two glasses of wine must have worn off.Miriam took a deep breath and opened the door. She was greeted by wolf whistles and appreciative sayings from not only the two black guys but also her husband as well.The beautiful blonde trophy wife looked every. It had not been a Compulsion or some other mind-control artifact that had made me feel that. If what Mary had said was true, then so had her and Amanda. But again, although I’d never for a second doubted Amanda’s motives, what of Mary’s? Was she a loving girlfriend or a fanatic, willing to give up her entire life in order to remain in control of someone like me? I wouldn’t put it past her family to do such a thing. They had a young man – whom I suspected wasn’t even gay - prepared to be a gay. .. He took his strong body with him, I could see him walk away to the bathroom... He came back in a split second with two glasses of Champaign and his wallet..’about the real’ he said. And he gave me a glass of Champaign. The real one from France.. i loved it. ‘Whores love Champaign’ and he smiled softly to me... He pulled to promised money out and put it on the table. He asked me if I wanted to double it, I should tell hem my personal story about becoming this trans whore that couldn’t stop. "Sorry bud" my uncle said "you messed up, start from one" It felt like the world was crumbling around me. I couldn't even think of the possibility that I'd have to go through those fourteen hits again. CRACK!......CRACK!.....CRACK! "Do you want to do this all day?" asked Jim "I suggest you start counting" CRACK! "one" I muttered through my sobing. CRACK! "two" I wimpered again. It went on that way until we got back up to fourteen again, and then all of the way to thirty.By the time it ended I.