She looked up, not happy at seeing me, but just craving stimulus for her brain from the silence and monotony she endured.I shrugged off my bathrobe so...I was completely naked as normal whilst around my slave but for the mask I always wore so that when I eventually tire of her and decide to release her, probably when she is pregnant past the stage of termination carrying the bastard child I created in her she will not be able to give a di***********iion of my face to the authorities.She as normal. This is the true story and I need your advice also on this story that what should I do next? What is in her mind? What does she wants?These are the questions in my mind that’s why I am writing this story so that by reading my story you people can help me ok now comes to point she is at that time 34 when her husband died in an accident only she had a married life of 3 years now she had one girl and one boy . Her figure will be 42-30-38 her tits are very big but she looks a lot younger than her. It was in fact easier to see the woman in front of them than something else. “Kelly and I have been keeping it a secret since I moved in with her. I’m sorry, everyone. I’m what you’d call a pre-op transsexual. I’ve been waiting to make the change to what I really am inside – a woman – since I was about sixteen. I finally got started on hormones a little over a year ago, got my implants. Now I’m getting ready to go the whole hog and remove this thing down below. Kelly and I have had good. Entering from the hall to the kitchen diner my jaw nearly hit the floor, Hannah was laid back knees up and spread fingering herself her sex on full view. God I thought I was going to cum in my pants there and then. I rushed over sex toys in hand and buried my face in her pussy , I licked up her slit settling to suck on her clit and flick it with my tongue. I was having the desired effect as Hannah writhed and groaned in pleasure, her love juices flowing freely.Taking the rope I tied her one of.