“I’ll have you again some other time…. we’ve got something else lined up for You!”“What…. what do you mean?” she asked with concern.He...led her to a room that she knew had a hot tub in it and opened the door. There were four men, and several women of varied ages in the room already, standing around, and some relaxing in the hot tub. Sandra felt strangely proud, as the men looked over her still naked body with lust. She had never seen them, or the women before. She could see the other females. She pushed me and asked “Hemanth! what are doing? are you mad?I’m your aunt”….blah blah blah… even before she stopped scolding me, again I kissed her on lips.She was resisting again but this time I held her tightly with one hand and pressing her boobs with another hand.Then slowly I released her and then she was saying “Please don’t do this.It will be a problem if anyone comes to know.”I assured her saying”No one will come to know this. I have a huge crush on you.Today I cant stop controlling”. I knew Andy remembered my proposal of marriage on the streets of San Francisco when a movie star and I got in a bidding war for her services as she game-played as a hooker. Fianc, then? Andy had told me she did not need a piece of paper to belong to me, that the proposal was enough for her. Sweetheart? That is what she called me. It was a nice, old-fashioned word.“Sweetheart,” I said. Andy liked that. I could tell by her smile.“Andy, do you mind your sweetheart having sex with another woman?”. Later that evening I talked to my mom. I told her thesame stuff that I told my brother. I could tell that it was killing her on the inside. I felt so ashamed ofmyself and didn't know what to do. I turned to drinking over the nextfew months to try and escape the issues. After confessing to my mom, Istarted going to a psychiatrist and psychologist. They both diagnosed mewith OCD and said that my reasons for crossdressing was that myoveractive brain was telling me to crossdress for some reason. At.