Make love.”Abbas understood that this topic will go for a long time and he may also be scolded for this.Abbas said –“I am very sorry mom. I did ...t just once.”Mom said –“don’t lie. I know that you are doing this for many days or months.”Abbas said –“I I I ……………………”Mom said –“now tell me sincerely, from how many days are you doing this. Peeping when Iand your dad make love in our room.Abbas said –“for more than 2 and half year.”Mom said –“I hope you aren’t lying to me.”Abbas said –“no mom, I am. Picture number two shows me bent over with my enema hose in place. Howcan you be a good sissy if you're not squeaky clean down there? A littlesoap and hot water and I'm ready for my day to begin.While I wait for the enema to do its job, I chant my sissy mantra. It's abit like self-hypnosis as that it's running through my head all day longand even at night during my dreams!I say the following in a voice full of conviction:"I am a sissy cock slut. The only thing I want in life is to be a. “So how am I doing?” I looked at my physical therapist.“Good. Maybe pushing a bit more than you need to.”“I need to get out of here and see my daughter.”The tests came out great and a week later I was rolled, by an orderly, out to the front door of the hospital. He moved the footrests out of the way and I slowly stood on wobbly legs. I was solid but weak. I got home late at night and went to the shower to wash off the hospital stuff. Leaning against the wall, with the water coming down on me,. After a short back and forth I finally told her I wanted her to call him.She pulled her phone out of her bag and dialed the number and she said who she was and conversed with Matt for a while before taking her pen out and writing down an address before telling him she would be knocking on the door in 30 minutes. It was set, I was going to be her driver and hang around outside while she played the slut. She told me not to be too upset because she would make sure she got some photos of the action.