. the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers se...m to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes but now I recycle the paper. Those recipients don't send me junk mail now.This particular letter was a LETTER ... not some multicolored extravaganza promising the moon if I would only...FINAL NOTICETHIRD NOTICE MAILINGWith my FULL Name under that,. Not only had I had my bodyhair removed, been made to wear make-up, and dressed in revealingfeminine bits of clothing, but now I had been made to suck a cock tocompletion. I really had been turned into a sissy. Tessa continuedmilking the final drops of cum onto my tongue. And I would definitelynever forget it.At last I was allowed to stop. They had me lie between them. My wifefingered one of my nipples while her lover did the other. They had mesquirming my hips with pent up need. Then. "I felt my cheeks redden, knowing that I had given away my inexperience at pleasing a man. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I didn't mean to hurt you." It's okay, just be a little more gentle," he instructed. "Use your tongue more."So I returned to my task and began to lick up and down his hard shaft and around the swollen head. After a couple of minutes of attention, I could feel him relax and lay his head back against the chaise once again. He had given himself over to me!I began to develop a. . anymore...” I said it so softly that they both flinched as if I’d hit them. To Abby I added, “Come back tomorrow while I’m at the studio and take your things. We can talk in a few days and work out the details of our divorce.” I gave her no hope and no support.Fortunately they had the grace to pack a bag and go.When I was finally alone, I realized that it happened again. I was the guy Abby needed to get her over her hurt so that she could leave me and go on to the guy that she’d be with.