.you didn’t do that… this itself proves that you just treating her like a whore”. Then few more dialogs…my darlo started to cry saying, “it�...�s all my fault, I am a whore as you said…I must have not touched any other man other than my hubby” she started to pour like hell… Its well-known that every man’s sympathy towards woman decreases when she pours from down but man’s sympathy rises when she pours from up. We both started to console her… after 15mins of brilliant rendition of dialogues she. The act of knowing I was being used for his sexual pleasure, feeling like I was just there in order to service their basic, sexual urges. Coming to that realization was life changing in a way, kind of like discovering who you are and giving into it.I let that boy fuck my ass as hard as he wanted. I let them take turns on me, making me feel so slutty and used... it was the most satisfying sexual experience of my life up to that time. Hands gripping into my hips, the hard breathing, the soft. You know how it is. When I finally told him that I wanted to have sex with him, and that my husband was ok with it, he was amazed and very interested.Andy was very quiet the last week before my date with Ron. I had to be careful because I knew Andy would never allow it if he knew what I had planned. I told him I had a date that weekend but at the same time made it sound like it was a fantasy, that I was roll playing about a date. I gave Andy great sex every night that week and even considered. That I really was a girl. They made living life as a boy awkward,but they gave me some feeling as to living life as a girl" So back then you were able to play with your hair and a little bit ofmakeup. Anything else? What about clothes? Did you dress up?" No. Not really. I didn't have access to any clothes and I would neverhave dared use anything of grans."I decided to ask the question that had come to the front of my mind,demanding an answer."What about now? What's happening now? What's brought.