As I caught my breath he sent another message. “Gonna tell your wife what a good little slut you are?”“I’m not sure, Sir” I said.“Lol did ...ou cum”I told him I had and said thank you.“Lick it up” was the last thing he sent me. I did as he asked, licking my cum off the floor, then took off my panties.I sent “glad I could help you cum, Sir” before hopping in the shower. When I was done he hadn’t responded so I said “I’ll try to work up the courage to tell my wife.” Still nothing.A few hours. Ann talked about what was going on at home, with our friends and what she’d been up to. I checked the postmark, two weeks old, not bad for going half way around the world. The second one was about the same, telling me about what she and the group we hung with were doing and that everyone wished me well and to come back home safe. They had gotten more generic over the last two months but at least they kept coming. Between my large family, my friends and my girl, I got letters a couple of times a. Shirley almost choked laughing as she said all he did was take pictures of her naked. Richard asked if he could see them? Shirley said it was ok with her. I went and got the box of photos and Richard started going through them occasionally saying wow or how sexy she was. Several times he said that she had a beautiful pussy. He came to the envelope that was banded with rubber bands. I looked at Shirley and she said go ahead and let him see them. Richard started going through photos and would. I didn't feel right in passing judgment onher.The others though... that was easy enough. They would bepunished. I would be the instrument of that punishment, andI would, in turn, face the punishment for my decision....The first thing I needed to do was prepare myself, equipmyself. Both my father and my brother were vastly strongerthan I. But, as my brother (then my sister) had drugged mewhen starting my transition, I could use that old favoredmethod here. It seemed fitting. Once unconscious,.