Our sex life was so good he couldn’t possibly complain.“Would you like to try it tomorrow?” I asked.“You mean, have a threesome tomorrow? Is t...at what you’re asking?”“That’s it,” I said with a grin. “I’ve found the perfect woman to bring to our bed and she’s ready to give it a try.”“You’re kidding!”“No, Jordan, I’m not kidding. I’ve talked to her at some length and she’s anxious to join us.”“Who is it?” he wanted to know.“You don’t need to know that right now,” I said as I kissed his cheek.. Stacy had come to be acceptedbut often created at burden of isolation and shame, for this secretworld of escape was a parallel reality where traditional genderknowledge had been cast aside, age became irrelevant and whereexcitements and pleasures radiated. For Stacy's outer male body, therewas no escaping this inner companion.The male had to entreat Stacy indulgences, and once gaming, there wasneither direction nor conclusion. The only predictable outcome was thatStacy's control over me would. He approached the stooland bent over it, his feet touching the legs and his hands gripping thebottom rung. God this was humiliating! Even more so when Becky yankedhis panties down, exposing his bare bottom.SMACK! ... SMACK! ... SMACK! Becky's hand came down hard.Geez that hurt! "OWWWWWW!" he cried, involuntarily bringing his arm upto protect his rear."Put that arm back down," Becky exclaimed angrily, giving Tom time tocomply before bringing her hand down onto his bare bottom again. SMACK!.... Not really, but it was no longer pain. And then the something under the pain began to morph into the familiar sexual fire which she now craved.“Let’s move this up a notch, shall we?” the man said pleasantly. The loud “Smack!” of his hand striking her ass cheeks now became a very loud “Thwack!” as the leather paddle slammed into her ass.She screamed. But it wasn’t in pain. It was a mixture of surprise and need. The pain was taking her higher and she wanted it to continue. She wanted to go.