As I read the letter my heart beat faster and my mouth went dry. The letter had very specific instructions. Instructions that my mind rebelled against...but my pussy responded too. So began the battle, as I went to the bathroom and did as instructed ( as if ) the instruction was to take a long relaxing hot shower, I laughed at that and went “ duh “ .I was to shave any and all pubic hair, underarm hair, and my legs, I started to laugh at the instructions as these were things I did anyway, with. She's putting up a cabin all by herself. The design is okay, but she can't drive a nail to save her soul. Course it don't help none that the guys go up there and harass her." He gave me the directions again to be sure I could find the place.I drove slowly along the road following the old man's directions. I went by the brick farm house and came to a tumbled-down cow barn and an old farm house. Just before I crossed a bridge there was a little side road with a hand-lettered sign that I couldn't. Please don’t do that to me. Please let me go to the bathroom. I can't hold your pee inside me much longer." Aaron slides his cock in and out of her ass as he fantasizes about doing those things to her."Ow, don’t. My ass is sore. You keep letting your pee trickle down and then you shove it back in." Do you really want me to pull my cock out?" he asks."Yes, please. I can't take it anymore." Well, if I do that, then you'll have to let me do something else in exchange," he goads her."Why? Why are. Both boys worried about what she might ask them to do later on. Tinkerwas worried anytime there was another man around Helen even if that manwas in chastity also. Helen's age was unknown to Tinker. She was in factin her fifties, had black hair with flecks of grey, tall at five feetten inches in flats, wore Jewelry with minimal make up. Helen wasbeautiful and very striking, Tinker was a handsome man but Helen'sfeminization process had taken its toll. Still good looking and ifallowed masculine.