We had weekly episodes by e-mail. I, describing how his generosity washelping me become the woman of my dreams and he described our dates andhow we we...e satisfying our sexual needs. He was my fantasy sugar daddyproviding me with all my transitional needs and I was becoming hisdoting gurl.We were close to finishing our fantasy (Charles was getting ready totake my female virginity now that I healed from my gender reassignmentsurgery) when I got a strange e-mail from Charles. Its said "LatanyaI'm. For driving said husband straight into the embrace of strumpets and paramours. It is a perfect recipe for conjugal unhappiness, marital discord, domestic disaster, and a broken home.At first, I considered this malignant little screed evidence of a budding sense of humor, a quality she evinced all too little of while Horatio and I were bringing her up. Unfortunately, I can give only scant credence to that possibility. She is in deadly earnest I fear.I suppose it was preordained. She had to marry. He let me suck him. His dick was still hard .. Fuck. He asked me to standup and sit on my knees on the chair he put another condom and started to fuck my ass in front of the mirror. He said ‘look at you. Getting a cock in your ass. You’re such a whore. You love that don’t you?’ I said ‘yes’ god I felt like I’m really a whore. Messy hair, sloppy face, teary eyes and destroyed ass. He pulled his cock and told me to look at my ass in the mirror.. He made me gaping wide open and then he pulled me. I was massaging her bottom when she asked, “I’m going to get it tonight, aren’t I?”“Are you clean?” I asked.“Always,” she replied.I knew that was true, my Suz was fastidious about cleanliness, both inside and out.While I dressed so did she. I wore slacks with a pull over shirt and a jacket. She had on a pale pink shell top, a red mini-skirt and high heeled sandals.We took a taxi to our destination.While we dined on Japanese I gave Suz a charge every few minutes, first one then the other then.