” Her voice calls from somewhere in the wilderness.Compelled by her cajoling beckoning, Pete pushes aside the branches and bushes and enters the for...st. His progress is slow, baby-steps, practically, as he inches forward at first. He turns his head away from the sticks and leaves that grasp at his face, and he walks with his hands outstretched like a blind man without a cane.His heart is racing and his breaths exhale with a subtle whimper. He feels so lost.“Where am I?” he asks again.“You’re. When I look at the imagein the mirror I hardly recognize myself. From my trunk wife obtainsshort skirt, a transparent blouse and my shoes. I look like a slutbut my wife, the beautician and Bill are very satisfied with theresult.It is already late in the afternoon and time for dinner. After ourlong travel we do have an appetite. Bill takes us to a specialrestaurant; the entire staff are transvestites. So I'm spotted as asissy a mile away. During dinner Bill tells us the Mistress isexpecting us. One of the men got up and said, "I've got to take a wicked leak." Theother men either ignored him or laughed as he walked over towards mewith his hands on his balls. He was wearing a stained white t-shit. Thekind with no sleeves and a pair of camouflage pants and his head hadone of those military cut haircuts.There he was, standing right in front of me. Well his crotch was therein front of me since the urinal was lower. It was just a tad higherthen the height of a child's urinal setting my. His hands on her were pure electricity and her senses were overloaded. At that point she was useless to resist any whim – but would he go there? Would he use his powers for good or evil? Her flash of insight usually came right before the vital moment. They would be standing very close and kissing, passionate and searching. A world of hands and mouths and energy engulfing them – pulling them in like the powerful undertow of the ocean. And it would come to her in that instant as a breath or a.