And yet... All those "from time to time" occasions started to happen more and more often. They gradually lost their sense of decency, despite being so...ehow (or fully?) aware of their own initial intentions. Basically they were just laughing and horsing around in a manner that was carelessly more than enough. Something primal and raw could easily be erupted into life at any moment. First it could be a playful release of emotional and somewhat of a physical energy. Then it could get a little more. But if Ashley were not making Master happy, then perhaps she was the problem I needed to deal with, instead of fixing what was bothering her. That needed more thought, because loophole or no loophole, that was a much bigger decision and risk.What to do?I was still sitting on the dock with my feet in the water when I felt someone walking up the dock. I didn’t bother turning, but assumed it was Kristen. The breasts that came to rest on the back of my shoulders were not hers though, and the voice. During my evening prowls when the weather turned a bit chilly, I would also wear a black medium-lengthed trench coat, with the belt tied around my waist. I would make sure there was some frilly slip showing at the bottom, usually dangling off to one side so it would feel so sexy as I walked. I looked sexy as hell, and quite passable, as I was often told.I had been crossdressing for many years in the medium-sized city I was from that had been LGBT friendly. I would be fully smooth, shaven top to. I met and married a blonde South African woman whowas in a different league than me and had the foresight to know I wouldnever be man enough to satisfy her. In keeping with that she cuckolded meon day one of our marriage. When we moved back to London and I began tobridle against her frequent infidelities she took me to her friend anddoctor, Helen, who resolved that matter in short order. Within tenminutes of my first examination with her I was bent over her desk and twohypodermic needles were.