“Yes, yes I want to be a girl for you. I’ll be your whore, do anything you tell me!” I was so excited anything seemed possible. She wasn’t thr...ugh teasing me, though. “Tell me you’ll suck a real cock. Beg to have a real cock up your little pussy!” The thought was so foreign, especially when suggested by my passive wife. “Yes!” I moaned.”Yes I will let you watch me suck cock, and I DO want to be used by a man!”At that point, my identity was erotically blurred, and I DID feel like a woman. She. It was probably safer around her neck, anyway.Three hours later, after making some discrete inquiries, we were in an old photography shop surrounded by an eclectic mix of single lens reflex and digital cameras, lights, shades, tripods, and other odds and ends.Charles LeBlanc, a surprisingly young man, was studying the locket with an eye loupe, Callie frowning watchfully.“Don’t damage the photo!” she exclaimed when Charles pulled out a pointed paper knife.“Ne vous inquiétez pas. Don’t worry,” he. We were naked in no time and mamaji took out some small booklets from his drawer. This booklet had pictures of similar acts by men and women. Of course none of the women had a flat chest like me- and they had some well trimmed hair around their pussies! They were indeed much older than me!He told me the names of all the parts and we enjoyed good fucking three times that day- the very next day after losing my virginity! After this it became a regular affair. Every day we eagerly awaited for mom. My sister explained that the cleaner, Jenny, had found her masturbating a couple of times. Little did Jenny know that my sister knew she was there watching for a little while before making her exit and went about her daily chores. Jenny was 32 and had a superb figure slim waist and tits to die for. Many a time she would come round with a short skirt and thin top on and her nipples would stick out a good half an inch or so. She knew exactly what she was doing when she came into my room while I.