" Beverly said."How did I become Mistress's submissive?" Mrs. Harris asked."Yes," Beverly said, looking down embarrassed. "Well, about four years ago ...y husband and I were having major marital problems. It was mostly my fault–I wasn't happy with my life and my husband tried as best he could to help me. "But my bitchy attitude finally wore him down to the point we talked about divorce. I wouldn't have blamed him if he did divorce me, but I didn't really want to let him go. I just needed. He stopped on my manly boobs to suck my hard nipples. I moaned in ecstacy. James ran his tongue on my nipple. It really turned me on and made my cock more harder. Then, James continued to work down until he got to his fav part. He looked at my cock for a second and licked the pre-cum on the tip of my cock. He then took the head into his mouth, swirling his tounge on my piss slit. I moaned and pushed my cock into his mouth. I grab the back of his head and started to mouth fuck him. James. “Not the best place to farm,” I suggested to the sergeant whose eyes were lost in the depth of the ruined hovel.“Poor dirt,” he said, nodding in profound agreement.Whatever the family’s story might have been he didn’t offer more and I didn’t ask. I suspected it was a painful memory. I noticed there were no obvious walls marking the end or the beginning of the tenant’s land, only a small cluster of outbuildings on the next hill indicated other attempts to farm these hillsides. Scratch. ’ she repeated. Then she added with a smile ‘Lori Ann the tran. ‘ ‘ It’s time to see how you look.’ I carried my travel bag to a store room and got my stuff out. There was my mom’s old wig, a bra she was going to throw out, a red sweater and a pair of black slacks she never missed. Best of all by a very strange fluke of genetics I could fit into my mom’s shoes. That’s because I took after my dad’s side of the f****y. They all had tiny feet. With my transformation complete, I checked myself.