Lots of dresses,shoes, nail varnish were swirling around, all pink. Long hair, he lovedlong hair he was being told. He would see a swirl and was told ...o focus,deeper the voice said, it was Miss Smith's voice, deeper, deeper. Let go,he was told, of everything. Mind clear, ready to be moulded, fromscratch. He was a girl. He was told to say out loud what he was thinking,what the program was making him think"I am a girlI am a girlI am a girlI love being a girlI love being a girlI love dressing as a. I let out a loud moan as the orgasm took over my body and my juices squirted all over my hand and the sheets on my bed. I started talking to him and telling him how bad I wanted to ride his cock and have it deep in my pussy, his breathing got heavier and I knew he was about to cum. I continued to tell him how good his cock felt in me and how good he was in bed. I wanted his cock so bad, and I wanted his fingers to be doing the work. I loved how good he was at teasing my cunt when he fucked me,. But if I turned it over it said 'SLAVE'. I never took it off.And I thought things would always be this way. Now and then, I'd think about the gun he carried, about the life he led but I'd always tell myself, nothing would happen to him. I knew he was strong, he was a survivor, his old scar told me that. And he wouldn't be doing the job he did now if he wasn't the best man to be doing it. I had seen the bruises he carried when we met, I knew he wasn't made of steel but all the same, I told. The charade was over. David guessed that it was okay to be a little more obvious about looking at her tits. At least it appeared that she had given him permission. He sure wasn't getting anything out of his book. He had read the same paragraph now at least four times and still didn't know what it said. With the pretense over and David putting his book down, Julie wanted to talk. She said, "Last night you told me you were here because you were upset with your wife. Do you want to talk about it?".