She wasn't sure what she expected tosee but the darkness made her nervous."Over here, on your desk. Couldn't reach the lights when they timed out,I'm ...ay too small for the switch," Mark said as the lights came on underSusan's hand. Susan's brain was searching for the adult Mark when shestopped at the figure still below eye level.It was true and that took only a second to register, but longer to graspas Susan stood there looking at her desk and on it, standing, was Mark.Mark and not more than. "That seemed to cause the reality of the situation to hit George like a tonof bricks. More than the nubbish breasts, more than the hint of nothing inhis crotch, having someone say out loud, call him a her, it was as if shehad been struck with irrevocable proof of the transformation. And it feltlike she'd been sucker punched all over again.But still she looked. She couldn't help it. Call it morbid curiosity, callit a desire to deny the obvious. She pulled the front of her boxersforward as soon. Imagine it, young men, in the trenches, freezing cold soaking wet and standing in wet slimy stinking mud ankle-deep. What would lift their spirits more than a letter from a lady called Susan being passed around from man to man?At first, our letters were just a little naughty but before long they became much more sexual almost to the point of depravity? We were almost certainly responsible for some very stiff cocks and no doubt rather a lot of wanking in the trenches. Maybe friends did it for. I almost instantly felt Mistress applying lube to my asshole, the lube was fastly accompanied by a finger or 2, or 3. that only lasted a brief few moments, before Mistress was no longer touching me anywhere. i heard rustling and movement, still Mistress said nothing.i felt a cock pressed against my hole, but then nothing. i kept my mouth shut, awaiting instruction, if any were to come.the cock was pushed into me, but it felt as if just the head. it was then that i heard the hum of electronics.