"Is that when you first sold your body to survive?"She blushed and lowered her eyes in shame. Her head nodded as tears squeezed out of her eyes.David ...atted her hand and said, "Survival is a powerful incentive, Eileen."He pulled out a clean handkerchief. She took it, blew her nose, and wiped her eyes. She turned to Ridley. "I'm sorry I lied to you. Admitting I'm a whore... well, it's hard to do, Ridley. I'm so sorry I lied to you."Ridley nodded and patted her hand."Survival," David said. "Think. As the bottle entered my mouth, and the girl who had handed it to me, stared at our new attraction, I pushed my tongue into the neck of the bottle, then closed my lips around the neck and took another deep draw on the Vodka, making sure she could see my sexual toying with my tongue.Our new friend across the street was now wanking himself, in front of his bay window, much to the glee of the other girl, who looked at him, then suggested we should go over and take turns with him, she was getting. About then it occurred to him, does she-male cum taste any different? After all, they are on hormones. He knew he was about to find out."Oh lover, that's it," she moaned. "You do that so well."Tom didn't say a thing. He just tugged lightly on her balls and worked his head up and down a little faster."Oh yea, any second now," she groaned. "This feels so good."Now she put her legs a little further apart and started to pump a little. Not a good thing, as if they got just a little out of synch, he. Castration. Huge implants. Cuckolding. Tendons shortened. Oralsex. Laser hair removal. Brainwashing. Plumped lips. Shock collar. Penisgag. No more master bedroom for him. Humiliation. All very much standardfare here.Yes, I got my revenge --- and a clean house.And now, today, three years later, I'm at another conference, this onein New Bedford and about orcas. During a break, I'm mingling in thelobby and swear-to-God see my husband! But it can't be; he's at homebeing my maid!I nervously.