Gill, as I called her, had a habit of dropping her consonants, a beautiful, cultured, and well educated women, happy to be my personal assistant, love..., and arranger of my sexual needs for men, well boys if I am honest, I had many men as a girl, now I like them younger and more innocent, smooth skinned, and hung like bloody bulls, as she put it.Mom had been my educator, herself exposed to men at an early age, so she knew the ropes, as girls we had something most men craved, she just turned. " Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I shakily got back up to my feet, and I was male again."Understand this, Martin. You're in the worst possible situation. You're a guinea pig for someone who's full of contempt for you. Now, I'm going to leave you for a few days. But don't think things are going to be easy for you." He tossed me a notebook and pen. "You will write in this journal each day for the next six days, while I am gone. You will be completely truthful."* * * * *MondayFuck. There you stand, your naked body exposed for us to see. Above the sound of my heart racing, I can hear my wife's heart, and I can see her chest heaving as the intensity of the scene unfolds. You say to your hubby, that it's not fair that you are the only one naked; you want him to lose his clothes, too. He quickly sheds his clothes and then taunts us to do the same. Within minutes all of us are naked. Your hubby turns on the music, and the two of you start dancing. You pull each other close. Rahul: Good night.Pallavi: Call me later, we will meet again.One week, three dates, a few kisses on the lips, thousands of messages, and a few midnight phones calls later. On the fourth date at a fancy restaurant again in Koramangala, very close to Rahul’s home, both subconsciously planned that this would be the night.They both had a couple of drinks, and after a nice dinner, Rahul asked Pallavi for what she was also desperately waiting for.Rahul: Do you want to come back to my place?Pallavi:.