For the first time in her life, she could actually conjure up a picture of a cock as she masturbated. She never had never been able to do so before be...ause she had never actually seen one. Now her finger became a cock -- her father's cock. 'Oh, Daddy I love you too, ' she thought as her body spasmed to completion.When she had finished, she lay back, feeling ashamed of herself for what she had just envisioned.Although she fought against doing so, Rhonda found herself masturbating nightly. She also had me running around after her a lot more. I hadn't really noticed that she had started to refer to me as 'her little bitch'.Then one morning after some nice sex, she quizzed me or should I say broke me down? She had made me admit that I loved her and would do whatever she wanted. She explained her desire, she wanted to turn me into a sissy girl, who she would then turn into a cum guzzling slut. I felt shocked, scared and of course used. But she then assured me that she still loved. I can’t seem ... to stay awake.”“I understand, Joe,” Gwen said. “I’ll keep it brief but if you fall asleep please don’t worry. Most of what I need to say is for our kids anyway.”He nodded and she took a deep breath.“Joe, I just wanted to tell you goodbye.”“Already said that ... ten years ago.”“Yes,” she said with a slight tremor in her voice. “I remember. But when I heard you were dying, I knew I still had some things I needed to say to you.”“Forgive me,” she intensely whispered. “Please Joe,. Giorgio, John would like to work here so he can meet some of the beautiful ladies who frequent your wonderful establishment and fuck their brains out. Will that be OK with you?" Of course Archie. Not a problem. I hope he is a very fit man. Yes?" The pair of them burst into peals of laughter at that, Archie again slapping me on the back and Giorgio shaking my hand, "Welcome Señor John. Any friend of Archie is friend to me." With that he wandered off again to serve some more desperately thirsty.