" I was shocked. He had condemmed me to being a woman for the rest of my life. Condemmed me to the submissive role in our relationship. Part of me was...angry yet another part of me confused me. I was happy. I stormed off. Over the next few days he apologised to me. Buying me flowers and chocolets which only reminded me of my new femmininty. Over that time though I found acceptance in my knew role and I realized that I had been now seeing Cindy as the man and myself as the woman. and on the third. T.? He asked."He is away on business at the mo, although he has forbid me to go topless in the back garden" I told him."You might as well be them tiny triangles just cover your nipples" Rodger replied.I had returned to the lounger, I began to pull and fiddle with the triangles,I heard his flies unzip zurpppppp- "Are you wanking Rodger behind the fence" Yes I am so hard" Make a glory hole in the fence with that weeding tool Rodge, and I may just go topless for you....Well I have never seen a man. Of course, this was while his cock was slowly fucking me. At first I couldn't believe what he was saying, his wife, the woman who bore his children getting screwed by a bunch of men. He would often ask me to tell him about the sex I had before we were married--he was particularly fond of the story about how I lost my virginity.I set up the small video camera on one of the two chairs in the room facing the small hole in the wall. After pushing the record button, I looked into the display to be. It’s very hard to do the “good cop/bad cop” thing when you are by yourself, so I was just doing the bad cop half of the routine.“Just some papers,” She cried. “I swear that’s all I know ‘bout. It’s locked and I ain’t got a key.”“What kind of papers, Betty?” I asked. “If it’s locked how do you know what’s in it?”“I saw Darrell put some papers in it this morning just...just before...ah...you know.”“Did the cops talk to you?’ I asked.“What’ch mean?” she asked. “Ain’t you a cop?”Opps, “Of course,”.