"Come on, Tim. You love it when your mom gives you a hand job," I said slowly."You aren't worried about our dad?" Tim pondered."No, either way, everyt...ing will be fine. Either way, I'm about to have sex with his kids," I told them.Then his cock did start to get hard, and we were ready for action. At the back of my mind, I knew it was just a waiting game. He wouldn't stay mad, he'd be somewhat OK with it after awhile. For the time being, I needed to make sure I stood my ground. I had to show him. I am a boy toy and cumdump for any man who likes slutty girls with male bits between theirlegs and I love everything about being this person.My journey happened in stages from straight vanilla guy to what othersmight regard as a sissy gay guy but what my boyfriend sees as a femininenympho slut, albeit one with a dick. I don't care what others think, Ilike who I am. I may be a fairy faggot and a slut but I love my life asa feminised boy toy. I love the change that has taken me far away. Comincia così una fitta corrispondenza epistolare con Gioia che mi racconta che quando legge i miei racconti si masturba, che quando legge di punizioni e sottomissioni la sua passerina reagisce in modo anche violento, ma soprattutto che gode di più masturbandosi nel leggere i miei racconti che fare l'amore con il suo fidanzato il che la intristisce molto. A questo punto pensando che Gioia vada solo sbloccata un po' alla volta, ma che l'attitudine a essere una schiava c'è l'abbia tutta le chiedo. Annette went crazy with the notion that we could make that much money in one day.I hired two college kids looking for Christmas cash, to be sales people. Both had lots of knowledge but were only allowed to sell the coins. This left me more time to spend on buying coins from the people who walked in.Gold had soared to six hundred dollars an ounce. Art said he couldn't wait any longer, and he cashed out. He did well. He had just over 3-mil left, after commissions and taxes. I had an auto-sell.