But couldn’t do it for some reasons. Now I am here to share a tale of passionate love with my princess.After my marriage, I and my husband moved to ...ubai. We stayed there for 4 years in these four years I wasn’t working at all. Because of some reasons, me and husband separated and I came back to my place.I wanted to work after my divorce, I wanted to become independent financially and socially. So I decided to set up my own clinic in the nearby city. Everything went well and finally, I was on. At first I tried to deny it, but she had gone through the closet and had found my high heels, condoms, lube, and cum stained shorts. I broke down and admitted what I was - what I had become. I told her everything - the crossdressing, them adult video stores, the men - everything. She called me every name in the book - in both English and Tagalog. Then she packed her shit, called D'Wayne, and left me for good.Losing Dani hurt a lot, because I really did love her, and I knew that if only I hadn't. ? It wasn't a casual suggestion.It was your firm voice. I hadn't been in the mood to play with you, but I knewthat voice. I haven't regretted going along with these moods of yours before,so I didn't think now was the time to object. I did as you asked, placing themdown softly on the coffee table nearer you, and backing away from them. ?Good. Now stand over there,? she said, pointing to the open space betweenthe coffee table and the large flat screen mounted on the wall. There weretwo skylights. She didn't know how or why, but apart from beingswollen they were also super sensitive. Once she had stripped out of herskirt and sweater she neatly folded them and put them to the side,sliding the new sissy condom in place before mincing to the stove.She wasn't the best cook around, but she did know some basics. Bacon andan egg for example wasn't hard at all. The entire situation of cookingfor her tormentor was very awkward though. While awkward she guessed itwas better than getting fucked.