"So slave, tell me how badly you need to cum." she said. Shit she looked so fucking sexy."Please mistress, please allow your pathetic slave to cum. I ...eed it so fucking bad." I whined and I really did feel pathetic, but I didn't give a flying fuck at the moment. I didn't care how ridiculous I must have looked. I didn't care that I was cheating on my husband with a virtual stranger, and a woman to boot. I just wanted to cum, and I would beg and grovel and promise her the moon if she would just. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the. Mary hadn'tseen him come in and when she asked him why he was late he told her hehad to stop at the hardware store. They had agreed to eat out that evening and when he had the black andwhite evening dress on Mary said she thought he would wear that one forthe contest. He told her not to worry about it, that he had everythingunder control.At the supper club Mary couldn't help but notice how he had acquiredfeminine mannerisms. He was taking small bites of food and commenting onwhat women around. He and Irene slept in the upper bed. We made up another for Marianne and all went to bed. I made slow love to Karen. We heard Irene's happy moans later. In the morning, Marianne said in a faked whiny voice, "Either we have to pick up Tom or you four have got to cool it. It's too much for me to hear!"Irene blushed. Karen said in a prim tone. "We have a license and I like to make noise when Brad makes love to me." She grinned. "We'll get you some ear muffs."With that, she went to the stove and.