“Can you sit up for me?” It was a struggle. David gripped the edge of the cold steel table and tried to hoist himself upright. He needed the help ...f the woman to make it all the way to a sitting position. His head swam like it was half filled with a liquid that sloshed around each time he moved. After taking a few deep breaths he was able to centre himself and swing his legs over the side. “Who are you?” David asked, noting her appearance. The white jacket she wore, the paperwork that she had. I can help you learn to love being a girl.? I protested, ? But is it true that the only way I can come now is as his girl or yours??She smiled and told me, ? That’s not so bad dearie, remember that I was dependant on you for my orgasms and they weren’t forthcoming. Now you will have to depend on Jacob or me, it’s only fair.? Still sobbing, I knew that what she said was true. She assured me, ? You won’t have to do anything that I didn’t have to do for you. It will be good for you to be the. ”And again. This time she was fairly certain he looked directly at her while enunciating ‘our bodies’. It happened once again with “And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy”. Torn between confusion and wild hope, she decided to hang back after class, all her compunctions be damned.The jealousy that coursed through her veins when others (male or female, she didn’t care) were approaching him with questions while making her wait, reminded her of precisely how badly in for it she was. She. After that, I told her I will leave now as I feel somewhat uncomfortable. She smiled & said do not bother. Nobody will come to know about this because many peoples are busy on their holidays. Then I made my courage & asked whether you feel I’m flirty. She smiled loudly & said she was just teasing my wife. But she was knowing that I used to stare her. She was not having any problem as anybody who is staring her beauty she feels proud.Then I asked her about her sex life. She said she is really.