Are you OK … I mean … after the prison … and everything?’ ‘Yeah … I’m OK. Pissed off, but OK. But I’m curious, too. Why did you divorc... me so quickly? You didn’t even talk to me about it. You never visited me in prison. Did you hate me that much?’ I was working up to an angry plateau once again. ‘No! No! It wasn’t that at all. Mr. Taggart told me that it was for my own safety. He said someone would want to hurt me for what you did. He said if I divorced you, it would look like I didn’t want. He puts his hand on her head. Watching mom go.Alex behind her, checking out her fat ass in her tight jean shorts. She feels his young, curious hands groping the cheeks and spreading them apart."Mom is such a slut... You wouldn't believe it, bro!" Alex calls out as he plays with his mother's cheeks.Mom continues to suck, quickly noticing how relaxed James is getting. She still believes that what she is doing could be for the best. She feels Alex’s curious hands get the better of him, touching. ..why?" Bob asked plaintively."Because I still believe that changing you into a woman will be the best thing I can do to let you see the error of your actions. I'm human so I make mistakes like everyone else, but you must have a little faith in me to know I have only the best intentions in what I'm doing. You must also trust me and believe that in the end I will change you back after I feel you've learned your lesson. I know I'm asking a lot of you Bobbie, but I believe you've enough courage. She leads me into another special room – naturally this one is labeled 'Reserved for Bloody Marys and Friends'. Upon entering, I see a rather unique set of floor stocks and know that my freedom is short lived. I quickly find myself locked in a kneeling position with one set of stocks securing my ankles and a second set locking my calves just below my knees. There's also a chain running from the center of the ankle stock to the back of my collar. With my wrists still locked behind my back, I.