I crossed my arms across my protruding chest. They had started to laugh. "Seems Samantha likes the way she looks." I tried to sit in nearby chair, ...nd found that in a corset, one does it carefully. The bottom of the corset had jabbed me painfully in a most-sensitive area. Once seated, I started shaking my head. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me." Then it dawned that they had called me Samantha. "Hey, I'm not a woman. Samantha's a woman's name..." At this point you look a. I got out of bed and went in to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and used the toilet. As I was in the shower I heard the bathroom door open and Jill walked in. I saw her through the shower glass door as she sat on the toilet to urinate. Then she began humming a little tune as she brushed her teeth. One minute later she pulled the shower door open and stepped inside. She stayed behind me as her hands moved closer and closer to my cock. Then she had my balls and my penis in one hand. She gently. She knows I cannot resist a shaved pussy. I will bend her over the bed, tie her down, blindfold her, and bring her to the brink of orgasm, then go turn the music on and make dinner. She never knows how long dinner will take, sometimes she will be wiggling her slim hips for fifteen or twenty minutes before dinner goes in the oven. Sometimes I will slip quietly up behind her, and slide the tip of my aching cock along her dripping pussy, and then go back to making dinner. Once dinner is cooking, I. "But you know what I mean. I'm a special woman, Brad. I know it. Youknow it. That means that I'm living a life that some people onlyfantasize about. I'm a slut, Brad! I love it! And you were my firstman, the first guy to fuck me, and you'll always have a special place inmy heart, and you'll always have a place in my bed if you want it. Butthere are others, and will be others. If that's going to be an issue, ora problem, I would totally understand if you wanted to..."His face became.