On special occasions, I can even talk him into doing my pussy -- in my Lissa phase, of course.Once, he walked in unannounced right in the middle of a ...ransition. Talk about bad timing! I was still Mel, but no longer very functional as a man. I couldn't get a respectable erection out of the penis that was trying its hardest to transform itself into a clit, and there was this embarrassing slit opening up just behind my disappearing scrotum. I did some quick thinking right then, and told him I had. I was all confused...and a little turned on I admit. He wasn't exactly young or all that great looking but he had an easy manner about him...full of confidence. A couple of days later we were watching a movie after sunset...I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, lying in the floor, and he was on the sofa. I had been thinking about what he had said for two days and I rolled over to get up and go get a drink when I realized he wasn't looking at the tv but at me...and he had a pillow on his lap. I. . Understand?? ?Ohhhooo!!!? Uummmphh!? Her body still twitching, legs weak, she can only grunt thru the ?O? ring as he holds her upright. ?You want fucked?. Don’t you??? First you’ll have to be cleaned up!? I know for a fact you haven’t had a bath in a week!? He exclaims, knowing that was part of her ordeal after being abducted. ?Swish? Thwack?Swish? Thwack? Thwack? Thwack!!!? Again he flicks the crop back and forth, left to right. Right breast, left breast, both. "I stared at her like her skin had turned plaid and she'd just spoken in Mandarin Chinese. "Okay, what the hell is in your coffee this morning? Because I think someone may have spiked it with weed." Dammit, Nick! I'm serious!" This isn't some grand metaphysical journey here. Sure, we're in a rustic retreat separated from the real world with no Wi-Fi, cable TV, or cell phones. But this isn't an Indian ashram with a yoga guru who's gonna help you find the meaning of life." It's still a place away.