The week was a blur of activity. The mornings consisted of makeup lessons, training in feminine mannerisms and sexual prowess.Afternoons and evenings ...ere filled with "dates" normally threea day. The week flew by and my day of decision quickly descendedupon me.Friday came and I returned home after my feminine lessons toawait the phone calls from my "dates". I waited anxiously by thephone anticipating its ringing. As the day progressed and therewere no calls, I started to grow anxious and. At some point, I laughed and said, “We’ve been talking for a few minutes and we don’t even know each others names. I’m Jack.” I awkwardly maneuvered my arm to stick my hand out in front of her.She smiled and it tugged something inside of me. Her hand reached out to grasp mine and while I marveled at the cool smooth feel of her hand, I heard her reply. “I’m Juliette, it’s a pleasure to meet you Jack.”We kept talking for a while until the crowd started dispersing. I learned that she was taking a. The previous Christmas had been spent between the thighs of Ying Tong at the Uzbek Hilton; Christmases past had found me either in barracks surrounded by mates, or in the arms and twats of females, several of whose names I don't recall.The prospect of spending time in my own company was daunting, and when Stephanie kindly invited me over for the festive season I gratefully accepted.Christmas 2002. Datchet; England.We had completed another bout of frantic shagging on the carpet and lay gasping;. Like going to the toilet in reverse. There was a searing pain but the gravitation and the impossible angle of my knees made the last part very quick. The pain was at first immense. I felt very full. The lower part of my body was already stuck."Very good," Master cheered me up. "Now you use your hands to find the neck strap which is attached to the backrest and place it around your neck and pull it tight - but be careful, we don't want you to suffocate yourself."I fumbled around a bit. I wasn't.