There were still clothes and other things I had to go through and decide if I could still use them or not. Every time I tried to sort through them, I ...ould manage to get rid of a couple, then the sentimental value of it all would start to kick in.I quietly looked at some of my old clothes, thinking about my life as a guy. The memories were still clear, but it was getting harder to remember how it felt. I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to have a penis anymore or to have just a flat. I was a little taken aback at first but it was impressive an amount. To cut a long story short, I went home with them. The guy had an erectile problem and could only get hard while watching his wife being fucked.”Reed took a sip of his wine before resuming, “The guy wasn’t interested in me sexually and never touched me, he did, however, art direct the entire session.” Reed paused to laugh, before continuing, “I felt like I was in a fucking porn movie… In any case, this placed a ball in motion. ”“No, it’s not,” she insisted seriously. “I have to tell you every night so you won’t forget.”My heart lurched. “I won’t forget, Amelia.”Still serious, she informed me, “I have to tell you every night.”“Why?”“Because.” Her eyes brightened. “We’re getting Rufus back today!”In a flurry of energy, she rolled out of bed, her mind no longer on me. I grinned and headed to the shower. My morning erection was dealt with to memories of fondling her scrumptious bare breast, the remarkable shape and. She had discovered that she likedordering me around and making me her sex slave. There was even theoccasional swat on the bottom. That was all fine with me. I've alwayshad kinks in those directions. I just wished she would play along withmy cuckold fantasies and pretend there was another man in her life,usurping my place in our marital bed. I had tried a few times to gether started on it, without any success. But, I told myself, you can'thave everything. Maybe later.As I strolled into.