He swallowed twice, then said: "I can't."Cindy took a deep breath. "Then let's go."They led Cindy into one of the back doors of the administration bui...ding, down a darkened hallway, and into the gym. Cindy could tell that they were behind a stage, and out beyond the thick velvet curtains the shapely youngster heard an excited murmur of voices.Cindy stared at the curtains for a moment, both fear and excitement churning in her guts.Mr. Keats stood behind her, grinning with a mouth full of yellow,. Wilson, did you have to masturbate last night?" He held her look expectantly.A look of anger crossed her face, and then embarrassment. Mrs. Wilson turned deep red then spoke softly, "I don't see how that is relevant." Then you don't have your hand between your legs right now?" David had seen the familiar movements behind the desk, and realized her body language spoke volumes. "Did you feel better after you fingered your pussy last night, or did you have to go home and have sex with your. There she was sat on the toilet, her panty hose stretched round her ankles, a large dark stain on the gusset. Her dress hitched right up so her pink pussy lips were visible. She beckoned me in and to lock the door which I did. The size of the cubical meant I was no more than two feet away from her and she spread her legs further to ensure I could see what she was about to do. 'Come closer,' was all she said and I did. Her hand came up and rubbed my erection and she gave me another broad red. But it doesn't, does it?After we were married, she knew that my desires did not go away. I beganto accumulate the necessary items to dress completely. On those dayswhen I needed to be 'she', my wife would leave the house and visit herparents for the day. If she told her parents about me, they never leton. I would pretend to be the 'housewife' for the day I was dressing bymyself. I made my meals, ironed, did the laundry, and washed the floors.I was also happy.But I didn't pass. My body is.