Carol said to me that whenever my Dad hit me I should imagine him dressed asme. It used to make me smile and I always wondered what it would be like ...osee a man dressed up as a woman. After a while Carol and I used to sleeptogether. It was my way of getting back at him. We would frequently go totransvestite bars and whilst I would never pluck up the nerve to talk to oneof the performers I always wondered what it would be like to sleep with areal man like that."That wasn't exactly my idea of. I just wanted to look good for you," she said as she approached. She stood there with her head lowered and her hands behind her back, a sign of respect and submission."Well let's see what I waited for then," he said, raising her chin with his fingers. She did look quite fetching and she felt a wave of relief wash over her as she saw him smile approvingly. "You look quite lovely my slut. It was definitely worth the wait!" he said."I'm so glad," she breathed. "When I saw you down here already I. His first wife was very cold and he never got satisfaction. So this time he wanted a hot girl! He did not know that I was burning hot for him!On the day of my marriage, my friends came and pleaded with mom that from now on they won’t get me so I should be allowed a last, farewell fuck. Once again, on the day of my marriage, I had to entertain more than a dozen men, but this time it wasn’t really a gangbang. They kept coming one after another!After marriage, on my first night, I told him in lain. “Further east. I have to get the South on a paying basis. They might not like that, being ordered around by a black man, let alone one with a Latin wife and a white concubine like you, but too fucking bad! By the way, I have it on good authority that we’ll soon be able to take legal vows, you and I. When that happens, I’ll really be hated for polygamy as well, at least by the Bible thumpers still preaching the ‘one man-one woman’ claptrap. Ask me if I fucking care, though! Ha!” Hepburn chuckled.