‘I’m not a guy, I’m a tgirl’ I retorted. ‘I look, act and feel like a girl don’t I’? ‘Well yes, but you have a cock’ he said. ‘It�...�s not a cock, it’s my clitty’ I said starting to cry. ‘Cissy come on don’t cry’ he said softly, touching my cheek,wiping a tear, as he stood there naked. ‘How about another glass of wine’? he asked grinning at me. ‘It’s in the fridge’ I said starting to get up. ‘I’ll get’ he said then headed for the kitchen, returning with the bottle and filling our glasses before. " I just want to look at you. You have grown so much since I last saw you."A bit reluctantly I lay down. My boner had temporary seized and I no longer didn't feel that exposed.She caressed my hair and my arms, explored my chest like she had found something long lost. She was sitting on her knees leaning over me in the narrow space of the tent making her lovely breasts hanging out almost in front of me."Are you attracted to me." she asked looking me in the eyes."Mom, don't ask me such. Her body is slender and graceful as she leans up on one elbow and smiles at him. She winks and gives him her best 'come hither look'He is a strong and well built man, his well toned body moves quickly toward her as she smiles, and in what seems like an instant, he has bound her to the bed with satin bindings.She gasps and pouts in a sexy sort of way."well you certainly know how to capture a woman's attention"He smiles and picks up the candle. He dips his thumb into the warm wax and massages her. I often never meet my partner until I go on stage. Ursa locks a leash on to my iron slave collar and leads me to her. I am stunned by who I see. It is the brunette I have seen when I have been auctioned off and publicly whipped. The last time I saw her, she was wearing a miniskirt and a tight blouse with no bra. I wanted that girl more than anything in the world. Now they were going to give her to me! The thought of her nipples poking through the soft cotton aroused me when I had difficulty.