Once we were safely across the river I led my convoy to Mrs. Shipley's house. At that point, I had no concrete plans, I just wanted the women to be ab...e to return home safely. Sadly, two of the 23 women in the convoy had died from an illness they had contracted at Golick's ranch. I didn't know what else to do, so we buried them along the trail and I put up a small wooden marker. The marker was not going to last long, but, at least, we tried.I explained to Mrs. Shipley what had happened, and she. He also felt a sudden burst of cheekiness. "In England, we say arsehole." "What?" "We don't say asshole, we say arsehole." "I don't care, just don't stop!" John returned to tonguing her cunt, but his finger remained still. "If you want me to continue," he stated, in the most authoritative voice he could muster, "you'll have to beg me to finger your arsehole, like my good little slut." John was shocked at his own behaviour, what was coming over him? Well, she was, technically. Natalia moaned and. Was she really going to not let me finish what I started?She added, "Do you like the thigh highs? They're yours. Your son has a stocking fetish because of you."Before I could say anything, although I'm not sure what I would have said, she walked away leaving me alone on my knees with pussy juice on my face.I weakly got off my knees and moved back to the counter.I stood there for a moment to recover from the surreal excitement before resuming making dinner with my head spinning in a million. I needed tomake it last, because I needed them to take me, make me just as they arenow, a slut who needs fucking and whipping and binding and being used toexhaustion.We started like this: Jenna and Tessa sort of captured me, and made melisten to them. I was a generic, genetic male who needed to be female,and they showed me my reflection with my very, very secret image of mesuperimposed and made me understand it. Why they gave me that gift Ididn't wholly understand for some time, yet they helped.