It’s terrible.”“Nuh uh. Nobody deserves that torture after what you’ve went through. Come stay with me.”“Really? I mean, that would be ...reat, but...”“No buts. I’ve got a spare room. As long as you can deal with me hooking up every so often when I need some dick.”“God, I could use some of that. Christian was boring in bed. I mean, he had a big dick, but that was about it.”“I’ll hook you up, girlfriend. Want to borrow some slutty clothes and hit the club?”“I’ve never been,” Steph said. . ....... Not daring to turn my head again all I hear is Master’s voice - the same tone he used on me. "Go and stand in the middle of the room, now My slut." She must have opened her mouth to say something to Master, as I hear His sharp reply, "I did not ask you to speak slut, I told you to go and stand in the middle of the room, don’t make me tell you twice." I hear my sister walk behind me; I know she’ll be standing in the same spot that I had been just moments before. Master speaks again,. My own little prick was hard and throbbing and all of a sudden I began to spurt jets of hot semen, prostata-secretion and pee on my abdomen. When he saw this he let go too. Sweating and grunting he came, filling my bowels with his hot cum.We lay side by side on his big bed until he finally got up and under the shower, where I joined him.“You liked it ?!” he asked me in broken german. I nodded yes. “Wanna come back tomorrow ?” again I nodded yes.The next day I went to that cottage again, naked. She finally wound down and said, "So here I am. A woman who used to be aman, but I really did not want to be what I am. I admit over time that Ihave come to appreciate looking and acting like a woman. If you were tooffer me a chance to go back to living as a man, I don?t think I wouldtake it."My wife had an affair and contracted something incurable. She hadalready stopped sleeping with me, so she did not pass it on to me. Itturns out that she was about to divorce me when she was.