„Lovely, Sir,“ she responded. I wondered how she really felt about it all. She was, I believe, from an Aristocratic family...so it must have been ...ore difficult for her to adapt to slave life than most girls.I asked her the usual question. „Been fucked today, Nina?“„Not yet, Sir,“ she replied. „But I was taken to suck a gentleman. He said he very much liked the look of my breasts...and would make use of them tomorrow.“„Lucky him. Not to mention you.“ I smiled at her again, squeezing those. She said it was ok and she can stay with me. She did not object to my drinking if done moderately. Days went by. We used to sleep in the same bedroom – she on the cot and me on the floor. It was ok. She will go to the bed early and I used to sleep only late after finishing my drinks and dinner.So the food problem was solved with timely food made by mom. My health was improved. But there was one problem – my dick. My dick was almost always horny as I was away from sex for a long time. And. I retreated to my bedspace, two feet away from the eating area. I unrolledmy mat and covered myself in a small blanket. Why couldn't theyunderstand?They moved deviously into the kitchen area, just a few more feet away.They whispered in their birth tongue. I fell asleep.The next four years passed swimmingly, from my perspective.Having boldly declared my transvestite tendencies to my parents, I thoughtthey took a stoic stance. I was wrong; theirs was a gradual, angrierchange over the. "I want to go to the community college in Albuquerque. I don't want you to ever be stuck, without options," he said."What do you think I should study, maybe law?" she asked."I think you should study what you are interested in," he said."You won't laugh?" I won't laugh," he said."I want to be a doctor," she said."Then we'd better plan for you to make all A's. Medical school is tough to get in," he said."You are serious. You think I could be a doctor?" she asked."It is hard, but I don't see why.