It never went any further than the belt or spanking and her Dad was long gone now, Micky was her husband, bless him but he was a pussy cat, oh, they e...joyed sex together, don’t get her wrong but…well, her and Micky it was, straight sex, and he was …different… he understood her need, didn’t he? …, she needed more sometimes…Micky was loving and tender, and though he had enjoyed watching her be violated hard last weekend, it was, to him a ‘visual sport,’ he was not the man to be violent to her,. But we had no clue what that movie was about to back then.After he made us watch it twice, sir turned the TV off, put the tape back into his bag, and turned to us and said, “Did you all watch it carefully?”“Yes, sir,” we all answered in unison.“Sir, what was that?” Ryan didi asked innocently.“That, Ryan, was a documentary about the process of reproduction,” sir answered.“Sir, are we supposed to take the penis in our mouths?” inquired Freya.“Yes, Freya, you are. That’s a part of the process,” he. You obviously are sexually aroused notonly by your cross-dressing but by your very strong desires to be as awoman with a commanding man. That is the case, is it not, Wendell?'Yes, Charles?yes, it quite certainly is?" I could almost feel his eyesburning through my skirt and blouse directly to my vagina and supplebreasts!"How do you use this artificial penis, Wendell? And, do you get greatpleasure from it? Is it exciting to use and look at?"I responded, "Oh Charles, those are such intimate,. It tears at me, keeping secrets, here, where we have torn down the walls separating us. I feel apart suddenly, and it is not a feeling I find comfortable. Before, I would leave the thoughts within these pages for all too see. Now, I hide my journal, unwilling to share and guarding my feelings jealously, wishing I could simply slip away and return to my alien lover and revel in the freedom of showing my true self, the self that he helped me discover, the self that I suspect the others would not.