But there is nothing to be ashamed of inenjoying being a woman.'I shook my head. 'Not if you are a woman, no. But there is if you're aman. It's like a...perversion.''It's certainly different from accepted practice, yes. But homosexualitywas considered the same forty years ago; now it's respectable. The acthasn't changed - only people's attitudes.''So what do you think Sue's attitude would be if I told her?' I nervouslysqueaked.'Hi Rosemary. Hi John.'The voice came from behind and I'd swivelled. Grudgingly, my Lady abides and takes the position Mistress instructed her to. Her cunt is gorgeous. Even with her bare lips spread wide, I could tell that her cunt has one of the tightest little slits I've ever seen. My mouth waters for her and so does my pussy.Suddenly, I receive a slap from my Mistress and my Master pulls my head back by the hair. "You are to pay attention to us when we are about to use you. Us and no one else." I don't dare to turn around again, but I can feel Lady Lisa's. On the drive home she relaxed and forgot about the purchase, though not entirely. She fidgeted in the seat, unused to having a butt plug in her asshole. She’d fitted it as soon as she got into the car. She needed to get on with it, as she only had until Wednesday to stretch her anus. Her asshole was booked for a special client. She imagined marrying the nice guy, then dismissed the idea as a whore’s fantasy. It would never happen, so she would treat him with professionalism, and not get too. The afternoon sun broke out and began shining brightly over the cold blue-gray waters of the South Atlantic."Well, that's nice," I thought. "After six days of hiding, you finally decide to make a guest appearance!" I leaned back in my opulent chair, allowing myself to be distracted and enjoying the sunlight while I could. Today was the day of the winter solstice in the Southern Hemisphere, and Karbala was even worse than Anqara for winter gloom. Sunrise today was at 7:27 AM, though during this.