I could have shaved myself, obviously. But don't you think it was much more fun having Carl do it?Anyway, I toed off my loafers, and dropped my skirt ...efore I even started to unbutton my shirt, which hung down almost, but not quite far enough, to hide my new do - or "undo," if you prefer.Off came my blouse, and I was as naked as the day I was born, except for my eye glasses and my little gold cross, that is. Note, that is Naked - As - The - Day - I - Was - Born. Literally.There was the usual. The guys are taking turns calling me names and slapping my ass andslapping my face and working my big tits. I can't wait for the climaxof all this. And it's all about my tits. My big bimbo sized sissytits. My Mistress told me I'd be growing a pair titties. What with allthe hormones she's got me on I'd be surprised if I didn't! So, after ayear or so on the juice she took me to a doctor friend of hers to get myboob job. I'd no idea though that'd she'd have me get a set ofknockers this. “Oh my god, April. God that feels good.” “I've always want to try this. What are you feeling?” I told her how hard I was and how great it felt. Talking sex with her was a whole new realm and it was just as good as her hands for my mind. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, her head disappeared between my legs and I felt and heard her blowing on my anus while she rubbed me. Then I felt her tongue begin to run circles around my hole. “Oh Jesus!” I squealed. Her tongue left my rim and. No matter how hard she pushed, I steadfastly refused to stand on the stage with her orchestra. They were true musicians. I was a hack and we both knew it. Cathay wanted me to experience her world from above the orchestra seats, and I wanted to enjoy being captivated by her performances.Our first year flew by.When she needed to head off to Australia to do a command performance for an international gathering of heads of state, the doctors put their foot down. Sheldon was in no condition to fly.