I guess."I couldn't see her in the darkness, but I could hear the poignant sadness in her voice, even though night had fallen and it was now pitch-dar...."Josh... ," she whispered quietly. "If I tell you something will you promise me you'll never tell anyone—ever?" Come on... , Aunt Jeannie. You know you can trust me..."I said, feeling that special warmth a person feels when someone is about to entrust you with a special secret."Josh... ," she said, with her voice breaking, she took me into her. ?Crystal Forscythe.? He told me, and it was then that I understood where I seen her before. The senator’s daughter, Arnold Forscythe. She was recently involved in a sex scandal that of course the media tore apart, but fortunately for the senator the scandal didn’t occur until shortly after the election, where it couldn’t hurt him a whole lot. This sort of news is forgotten after a few months. This sort of thing intrigued me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a high-profile slave. The challenge. As I mentioned, I'm no Adonis, but there was no mistakingthis body as anything but male. I simply did not believe transitioningwas for me. I felt more comfortable in my current body than I believedI would with the roll of the dice on how HRT and SRS would make me look.I basically wanted there to be no doubt, ever, of my womanhood."Well, for starters, I'm scared it just won't work. But I'm also scaredthat it will work, but not enough. You know how much I'm afraid oflooking, well, stuck in. The twelve ladies are then raised to their tiptoes with all leashes attached to beams. As legs twitch the clamps bite further into the already raw nipples and labia. They are warned if there is any sound they will receive another ten cat o nine tails on each ass and breast. Then they are ready for the questioning.__________________________________Did you like that fantasy? What is your own fantasy how you would use my wife's hot body if she were all yours for a night or a weekend? Will it be.