He is doing anything he can to help me fulfill my crazy little fantasies, but of course he is adding a few of his own ideas for his pleasure.The eight...men stand around me and start stroking their cocks. I am in heaven as I watch all these cocks stand at attention for me. I look up at John, he is looking down at me, his eyes sparkling and just smiling at me elated as he strokes his cock. Suddenly a masked man takes my by the arm pulling me to my knees. “Get on your hands and knees bitch!” this. They talked often about what ever goat raisers talk about. Now, at this point, I want to point out that I know nothing about raising goats or scouting. I was a go-fer, a helper, an assistant to whatever my wife was doing that week. I was not even a leader. I will not try to pull the wool over your eyes or baffle you with BS about what they did. My wife got her degree in Biology late in life, she was 43. She went on to get certified as a teacher and taught science for years. But her favorite. In my imagination, I see Ella discovering me down at the lake. She smiles and is so sweet, she asks to join me, letting her horse graze nearby.We giggle, and talk and share my bottle of wine and before I know it, I am in the water, wearing just my bra and panties, watching as Ella strips down to her bra and panties as well. She rushes into the lake behind me. We splash and laugh and she grabs me. Trapped in her grasp, I look into her eyes, down to her lips and back to her eyes. I can see her. My eyes lowered to an impossiblynarrow waist. If my bust was 32 inches, my waist must have only beenabout 18 to 20 inches! I removed the jeans, leaving me only wearing apair of pink panties with a small flower on the waistband at the front.Even while still in my underwear, the mirror showed that I wasundeniably female. If the breasts hadn't been enough to prove that, mynow flat crotch screamed that I could not be considered a man in anyway, shape or form.I slowly removed my panties, and nearly.