"Your manly husband having her first sissygasm.......how pathetic!"Slave Jenny sat up and turned towards me the same beatific smile on herface but not...in her eyes. No her eyes showed disgust....but was it for meor what she was being made to do? Her face was lathered in Samantha'spussy juices and as she watched me, she licked her lips. This had theeffect of taking me over the edge and I screamed my release. I felt thehot juice splash into my waiting hand ....one ...two ...three spurts andthen a. "Hey Terry look!"I went into the living room and she was sat there transfixed in front of the television set,"Satellite!" she yelled and clapped her hands, "We've got satellite" What are we going to watch mum?" Anything, I don't care, we've got satellite!"I'd been glancing through the terms of our employment when she'd called out and wondered how she would take what I'd just discovered,"Mum?" Yes darling?" Can you just forget the television for a second and listen to me?"She turned to face me. " Anya, I've been around over a century longer than you, and I know aboutthese sort of things. I think I know what's going on." The kindly oldwoman "rewound" the vision, then paused it as Patricia removed herpanties. She zoomed in on the crotch region and saw..."Good lord, Grandma! She's a he!" That's exactly what I was going to tell you, dear." The old lady turnedtowards Patricia and said, "Would you mind explaining how you got to bethis way?"Patricia sighed and said, "Okay, I guess I'd better. I didn’t mean to..”. “Oh fuck” I thought to myself, this is not going well. I just stopped talking and looked down at the floor.She came over and sat down beside me. “I assume you are not a virgin?” she asked me. This is not at all what I expected her to say. “No, I am not” I replied. “Well, it was wrong for you to spy on me, but I can understand it. It looks like, by the magazines, that you were pretty horny before you got to my door.” “Yeah” I mumbled, still looking down at the floor. “Did.