A short time later my wife called to me and told me to come down. Nervously I slowly descended the stairs and walked into the family room. There she w...s. My heart was pounding so loud that I couldn't hear anything around me. Kim took one look at me, smiled, whistled, came over to me and gave me a big hug. She told me how beautiful I was and I began to relax. My wife came up behind me, reached around and began fondling my breasts while Kim was watching. She told Kim that I not only looked. A New and Powerless Self. But what pleasure does the male find in his embarrassing andfrequently painful role? He too has a Shadow, a self he cannot acknowledge or express inordinary life. Boys mustn't cry, or wear frilly clothes, or be passive; they have to be strong,silent, macho men. His role as sissy maid or well-spanked schoolboy or diapered baby permitshim to express forbidden emotions and wear taboo clothing. If he simply wants, openly andsincerely, to surrender his will to a woman, that. Within minutes, she was asleep, and I was left to think about the wild sex we could have been having.Soon, I too fell asleep.I woke up the next morning to find that Sarah had already left. Disappointed, I got up to get ready for work.As I went downstairs, I saw a note on the coffee table.'Hey honey, there's something I need to talk to you about tonight. Lunch is in the fridge. Love you. Xx'I pondered what she could want to discuss.I arrived at work, and was glad to see Emily, the new secretary,. ” She threw them back to the floor. I shrugged my shoulders not knowing what to say or do. “You’re fucking disgusting. Don’t touch anything,” she demanded, “keep your hands off of my body.” I replied, “How the fuck am I supposed to not touch anything? Everything’s stuck on me.”“I don’t know,” she muttered. “I don’t know.” She sat on the bed with crisscrossed legs. Her cock now pointed toward the ceiling and her balls dangled and rested on the sheets of the bed. She began examining her new body..