“Will you come and sit on the bed Master, so she can make her entrance?” We moved over to the bed and she sat behind me so I had a clear view of t...e door before she called out. “Okay, we’re ready for you.”Sarah stepped through the door and smiled as she closed it behind her. As she walked slowly towards us, I could see they went all out to make her look perfect. They had brushed out her long black hair and tail until they shimmered in the light. Her zebra striped corset stopped just below her. In spite of all that, she was somewhat attractive if you could look past those things. I gave her $5 and was going to keep walking – but for some reason, I stayed and started talking to her. I asked her a bunch of questions. She said her name was Jenny and she said she was 18 - but I had a feeling that she might have been younger. She also said she needed some money to eat. She said she hadn’t eaten much in a few days…just scraps. She didn’t look like a junkie (not that I’m that familiar with. I wear just the band when we go out together,as i said..she passes for a woman no problem.So people just think i'm a guy with a younger/sexier trophy wife,(which in a way is right!) She dresses as Lucy full time now,only keeps a few items of male atire for family get togethers.(not that we have many relatives left!)During the week we sleep together as man and wife...she keeps the house,does the shopping and generally looks after me..as she loves me! And every night we make love..and explore our. She had wanted him to control her in every way possible and this realization completely repulsed and exhilarated her. She was beginning to discover aspects of herself that were unimaginable, but somehow it was slowly liberating her. She wished she'd gotten that strangers name or atleast his phone number, because she really would like to feel him inside her, if only just once. The craving had increased tremendously over the last two days and the amount of times Fatima had played with herself to.