Aakhir wohi boli chalo ghar-ghar khelte hain?..jaise hum bachpan main khelte the!Haan chalo?..bahut maja aayega??dekhte hain bachpan ka khel aab kheln... main kaisa lagta hai??theek hai?..tum mummy ?main daddy??Aur hamare bachhe?? Usne hanste hue poocha?.Are haan?.bachha to koi bhi nahin..hai?.to phir to hum kewal pati ?patni hue na abhi?..na ki mummy-daddy.Wo khus hui?.haan ye theek hai?..pati-patni. Aap mere pati aur main aapki patni. Aur aaj hum pure ghar ke aandar ye khelenge?na ki kisi kone. Tomorrow you'll be taken to Burntwood Hall, and will be displayed in the shroud, your life consumed into total and utter obedience to womanhood.' Her Mistress and the black haired girl smiled contentedly at the trickery of her words as Bathsheba jangled the harness Arne would be displayed in today. Arne's balls and anus tingled in pleasured submission as the leather harness with many loops and ringlets was strapped tight to his flesh, his cock dribbling pre-cum as a strap which ran through the. His only concern was always if he couldachieve a body like Denise's. As time wore on, Santiago startedblossoming into a very sexy girl. He began to approach the "crippling"effect, and now I could see his point. There is something to a woman thathad no choice but to display the most feminine existence. This would notbe a fake display for flirtatious intentions. It would be a side effectof the person's form.In this case, it was my job to sign off on sexual reassignment surgery.He was already. I'm sure he goes for the model chicks. But, my boyfriend and I had recently broken up.Not that that was of any interest to him, I'm sure. I was watching for him out the window as I normally did, but today he wasn't there. Where is he? I thought."Hi, Julia." I heard a deep voice from behind me and I jumped. I turned around and there he was...In my kitchen. "I hope you don't mind. I let myself in." Oh, it's fine." I stammered. I was wondering why he was there, but I truly didn't care. I was just.