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 f...mily 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. I heard them talking and she said I had to work later than expected so he told us to go on to dinner. She said she had to finish dressing and be back in a few minutes. Sara returned to the bedroom and asked me if I would be good until she returned. I struggled in my bonds and wiggled on the bed trying to free myself, and she said, I didn't think so. She went to the dresser drawer and got some more rope, and she tied my elbows together till they almost touched and were tied tightly. Then Sara. This isn’t the Freshman homecoming dance. This is two adults, Steve and Bethany, having some fun. Now, are we going to do this or should I just drive back to Madison?”“Fine,” I sighed.“Oh for Pete’s sake!” she exclaimed, this time in exasperation. “What is wrong with you? I thought you and Anala were working on this? I need you to do this! It’s not like I’m asking you to hold a knife to my throat, rip my clothes off, and fuck me, though now that I say that, even THAT sounds exciting. You, on. Unfortunately the women who worked at the factory were well illuminated by the harsh, yellow, flickering florescent lighting. All of their flaws and shortcomings were well displayed. He wouldn’t have let a single one of them in his bed, if any of them had crawled in of their own volition, you’re damn right he would have kicked them out. Three pitchers of bad beer wouldn’t have changed his perspective. Each morning he and his two counterparts would proceed on arrival to the plant manager’s.