After she empties herself, sherefills the bag, this time with two quarts and repeatsthe process. She will do it yet one more time, with three quarts. ...his time,the water flows clear. She looks at the woman in the mirror again, and entersthe shower. She does not have time to blow dry her hair, so she puts on ashower cap. She must get ready. She takes along shower. The hot water pounds her body, her face, breasts, belly and lower.The lather cleanses her, but it is not enough. The water rinses the. I now had two fully charged fuel cells, and a feeling of accomplishment. I sighed, and told the home computer - via the car's link - to pull the town car out of the barn, and park it behind the house as usual. I watched as my car drove itself, with the computer's help, out of the barn. I still got a thrill watching it do that. The technology in the car represented a huge advantage to me if I could somehow convert it into cash.Unfortunately, it was also a danger. If the government found out. Idress in a wardrobe of female attire. My now completely limp penis isbound in a cage and forced by a metal guard between my legs. At any timethat I deviate from 'the illusion that I am a woman', I am tied to themast and whipped.At any time a pirate can point at his crotch and I am to fall to my kneesand give him oral pleasure. I probably give scores of blow jobs everyday. In fact it is their semen that sustains me. Except a few limes, onoccasion, to prevent scurvy; I am fed almost nothing,. By the time the game was over, Babs and Becca had me erect from playing with my bat and balls as they called them. Helen was slowly stroking dad and he was also fully erect. Babs and Becca got up and fixed us all a drink and we just sat in the living room and talked. Dad and Helen were asking Becca all kinds of questions about her past and if she knew what she was getting into when she took the job with us as housekeeper and babysitter. That’s when it dawned on me that I hadn’t heard little.