. she was the last.Karen looked in her mirrors and shifted the New Process truck four speed into first, bypassing “Grannie,” and headed south to t...e cattle guard. She turned left on to Wolf Creek Road. Sally walked by the outhouse and waved ... I waved back.I heard the coal shovel loading the buckets ... pretty soon ... Sally went past again and I relaxed.“Ahh,”Maybe someday I’ll be able to shit in the presence of other people ... not today. I wiped, hitched up my belt and headed for the house.. I am considering a few things at the moment, which are motivating me more than even my own life. Firstly: I have not seen so much luxury in one persons control without it having effected them. He might as well be earning twenty bucks a week for all the millions he has or how it has effected him. Second: The training he is putting me through, as much as some of it disgusts me, will make me close to invulnerable and able to live unmolested no matter what mob I run with. In the last few months I. I was horny for a new cock.I sat next to Frank on the couch and helped him take his clothes off. Frank had lost his hard and was getting soft. I could still tell I would enjoy his dick.I started playing with his softening dick and balls.I knew he was really nervous. I told him I understood and it was normal for him to be nervous especially with the husband watching. Frank kept watching hubby and wanted to know if all this was true, could he do me, could he cum in me, were we joking, etc.Hubby. He'd now learned to dress effortlessly as any vintage woman. He'dforgotten the scratchy feel of mens' clothes and even what it was liketo wear pants. He'd been exclusively in lingerie and in skirts andblouses but mostly vintage house dresses for a full year now. Themovements and mannerisms were nearly there, as was the soft and femininevoice. He'd learned to do his makeup and style his hair every morning.Madge took note with a smile as his daily routine at the vanity lessenedfrom over an.