But itwas difficult and with each passing day she could feel her maleexistence slipping away. Malika suspected that she was being drugged toincrease h...r acceptance of her new feminine life...but there was littleshe could do about it, all she could do was hold and hope that hercaptor kept his word and eventually released her.Every day he told her about her duties as a dancer and how important itwas that she act as feminine as possible. He told her that she wouldwear a very fancy outfit that. That’s creepy!’ I’ll say, ‘So? Being close ain’t a crime. Being a daddy’s girl or a doting father ain’t a crime. If that creeps you out, that’s your problem.’ The only time we’re actually doing anything illegal is when we are actually inside our daughters. Period. So just don’t fuck outside. And no sex-tapes. Oh, and don’t say, ‘This is my wife, but by the way, she’s also my daughter.’ Leave that part out, okay. What else you got?”“What about papers?”“I’ve already scanned in a copy of. She wanted to take revenge as well as pleasure. So she was thinking how to get fucked and by whom.One day her eyes felt on her hubbys sister’s hubby (sis in laws hubby) his name was s (let us call him) and wanted to get fucked by him. As it would be pleasure and would be able to take revenge. As she was living alone with her hubby she started to become free with S and started to wear sexy clothes. Slowly he started to come to nishas house regularly and started to touch her boobs. It went and. Why did he bother to try and keep the intimacy between them going. Despite his best efforts she wasn’t that interested. As she had turned away that thought had screamed through his brain. Sure she made an effort to keep up her end, every two days like clockwork but even that had ceased to keep things going as every sex act devolved into a scheduled transaction, lacking passion or closeness. Twenty years of trying to make it work and she had dismissed him like an irritating fly. He was still.