“Well,” she said, into her phone, “You could have told me. I am your realtor”I quickly deduced from the conversation that she had reached eith...r Sam or Sharla. My phone buzzed and it was Sam.“Are you at the house?” he asked.“Yeah,” I replied. “I went for a swim and I don’t think the real estate agent liked it.”“Fuck her,” Sam jokingly replied, “Not literally, I mean, just ignore her. She can be a bit of a snoot and a bitch.”I laughed because the real estate agent was standing just a few feet. As I pick youup at your place, I give you strict instructions that you cannot pull down your skirt if it rides up over your ass unless you first getpermission. To reinforce this, I bend you over the hood of the caroutside of your place, pull up your skirt, take off my belt and giveyou a good whipping until your ass cheeks are bright red, and you havepromised me that you will obey.We drive to a Tgirl friendly club where i buy you several strong drinksand make you drink them in rapid succession.. Two months ago, my husband died in a car accident. Back then, we used to live in Bangalore, the three of us. My late husband, me, and my son Rohit. We were living a happy life until that tragedy struck.I tried to cope with the loss, focusing on my job, taking care of my teenage son, and running the house. But wherever I went, I used to see people feeling sad for me that my husband died. They used to do me favors that I didn’t want them to. They used to visit my place to see if I’m doing okay.. "Then he took his cock out of my mouth and I felt a loss for it's going, my mouth reaching for it , but his hand pulled my pony back."Your dress is a mess go into the bedroom and take it off"I got up and moved into the bedroom and let the dress slip from my body. I looked at him and saw him hungrily assessing my body again.I can't properly explain what it felt like to be stood there dressed as a woman, in those heels, those pull ups, those panties holding in my girly boy clit. Small comfort was.