He'd taken off his top and wore just a pair of tight trousers. I went to my locker and put away my washing kit then stood combing my hair at the mirro.... I was suddenly aware of Rich stood behind me pressing his hardening crotch against my bum cheeks through the towel. He ran his hands round over my belly and up to my nipples, which he played with. This time I felt a delicious tingle due to my skin feeling really sensitive after the hot bath. 'I've missed playing around like this,' he whispered,. Seeing his progression over the first few years I knew I could really help my hubby achieve what he always wanted in life. Being the only boy in the family and having two sisters and a mom as his role models, I knew there was somebody, besides a man, inside his body. Over time I was really happy with how my sissy was reacting to his new lifestyle. He was wearing panties more often and he loved being locked up for weeks at a time. Then he fell on rough times and lost his job. I looked at this as. With me there’s no need to get embarrassed about it, but to go on with the story. Miss Stanton said she inherited the mirror from the owner of a workhouse who had found it left in a room when the owner died. He could only see the normal reflections but for some reason, it drew her to it and when she enthused about it, he gave it or her. She emphasised that the mirror must never be sold but should be passed on to one who has the ?gift of seeing’, as she put it. ?I’ve had many years of pleasure. As nasty as slavery is, although legal on Mars, it's still highly regulated. You can't just be made a slave; it has to be a court order as punishment for a crime and the process should take more than a few days. You'd be right ... and wrong. It should take quite awhile and go through a whole lot of administrative hoops before it becomes effective; this time it didn't. Shit, the fact that they're filthy rich should have ensured them of a really long trial even if they'd murdered someone in cold.