My wife closed her eyes and let out a deep horny moan.“OK, let’s see your dance young lady!” said the shop keep as he moved back to give her roo....My wife looked at me for approval and I nodded my ok. She then began her dance, slowly gyrating her waist, moving her belly rhythmically, soon we were mesmerized by the dance.She backed up to the shop keep, pushing her gyrating ass right into his crotch. She was facing me, our eyes were locked, I nodded encouragingly. He placed his hands on her hips. I handed her the towels at the bathroom door and dropped the glasses off.When I returned to the bathroom, she was on the toilet. She gave me a dirty look.I chuckled and said, “You do know that we have been fucking for like four hours now. I think that we should be comfortable enough that you can pee in front of me.”“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t want to ruin the moment,” she answered.I looked her over and exclaimed, “I don’t think that it is possible for you to turn me off.”She wiped, stood up and. Robert Miller. I can see where you might be confused about the name." What do you want?" How about asking me in for a start. I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing that you don't want your neighbors knowing your business and my voice does carry sometimes."Olivia stepped aside and I walked in. I headed straight for the living room and made myself comfortable on the couch. Olivia followed me into the room and sat down on a chair opposite me and in a voice clearly meant to put me in my place. "It's much more than clothes, as you will discover. As for why ...." Hestarted to walk away."Because I could." *****That was the start of four years of torture as bit by bit hismasculinity was taken away, and what took its place was not realfemininity, but a parody of it.He became a toy, a doll.He did things that would have disgusted him before, and did them happilyand eagerly. Meanwhile, his inner self pulled into a hole in his ownmind, and closed and locked a door behind it.And never came.