But it was the dance floor that excited Suzy. At least two of the women were pressed up against their partners with their dresses raised behind and th...ir buttocks hidden only by a pair of adventurous hands and the strip of their g-strings deep in their cracks.Larry explained the protocol. Fucking was frowned upon downstairs, at least at the beginning of the evening. But the stairway behind the bar led up to the more intimate parts of the club, and after a few drinks he suggested we go and take. I climbed up into the operating table again and put my legs into the stirrups. This time, I would be going under general anesthetic. Dr. Bowman went to work. When I awoke the last hint of my birth sex was gone. It took several long weeks to heal, and I had to dilate several times every day. Three months later I returned to the table for the last time, and Dr. Bowman completed a labiaplasty, to make my new vagina look like it had been there since birth.I had to stay in the hospital for a couple. He'd had a large cabin built, which served as both his home, and the mine's office of operations.Since he had a ready cash supply, he had no problem hiring workers for the mining company's new twenty-four hour operation. The pay was one dollar and forty cents an hour, which was an incredible amount considering that men elsewhere were lucky to get a dollar a day or thirty a month in the lower states. That wage barely paid for a subsistence level of life for these miners. Prices were just as. George never thought twice about having sex with me when mom was in the house - and not once did she interrupt, no matter how loud we were. That always disturbed me more than father for some reason that I dared not delve too deeply into. As time went on, I came to enjoy our sexual encounters, sucking and fucking, how, and what to do to pleasure him. I knew every millimetre of that penis and can still see it when I close my eyes, now, decades later. I was in love; though, looking back, it was.