She's wearing a short nightgown. I wonder if she knows the lights outline her legs."Yes, Ma'am," I answer and see Randy hiding under the diving board....Go home this instant and I won't tell your father about this," she says.I look at Randy and see him motioning for me to take off. I get home and discover Miss Jones doesn't keep her word. My dad gives me enough jobs to 'keep me out of trouble'.Randy blames me for being kept hostage under the diving board until ten P.M. by Miss Jones' floodlights.. ’ ‘That you should,’ she whispered into my ear. ‘Bad pet. You’ll have to be punished severely for being this tardy.’ She bit my lip and pulled with her teeth, making me whimper in response. ‘I’m going to make that pretty bum of yours glow red like the most beautiful sunset, time and time again. But promise me one thing!’ ‘Oh god, yes,’ I whispered. ‘Whatever you want.’ ‘Stop worrying for now. We’ll take care of it, and I promise you we’ll make it work so we can stay together. But from now until. The next day i acted as if nothing had happened at all and me and Jim were up late talking and watching tv having a few beers and Pam came out of the bedroom to use the bathroom, only this time she was wearing a see through nighty and a small pair of panties, as i watched her go in the bathroom Jim was looking at me and asked if everyting was ok( i guess i had this look on my face) startled that i was caught looking at Pam i didnt know what to say, and Jim said something that totaly caught me. Their cum was inert to other transgender people, but to everyone else, consuming too much cum in a short time would cause the consumer to go cock-blind or cum-drunk. Eventually, the consumer would succumb to being a bonded slave to whomever gave them their last cum shot or into a common slut for the community. This was, of course, just a rumor. No authority or government in the country bought into this absurd rumor to investigate it. Furthermore, most people chalked it up as a tourism tactic.