I could tell she had plenty of experience in her almost twenty years of being a pleasure slave. She had certainly learned how to make men happy.She al...ost never used her hands, managing with just her lips and tongue. God I felt huge, as I watched this busty slut suck me over and over again, her huge tits resting on my thighs. My hands groped her boobs as she continued to blow me.“Good girl,” I encouraged her, “You really know how to suck a man, don't you Helena?”She giggled, “Yes sir, I’ve been. No longer female. Different parts.”“It changes ... direction. Everything outward.”“You can imagine it. It isn’t completely foreigner.”“And yet it’s so different.”“But you are of him. You have understanding. Your grandfather gave you understanding from his perspective, from the outward direction of his gender.”“So, in a way I learned to be male from him.”“Yes.”“And yet I didn’t learn enough, from him and especially from my mother. Exactly what happened to her I let happen to me, and as a male,. So, i am all dressed up in some sort of slutty attire and i go online and watch hypno videos or generally anything that gets me so hot and horny i make myself do depraved things picturing my dominant abuser forcing me to be a big slut.typical night i guess :pHowever last week was different. i needed attention. i craved to be stared at by a horny man (maybe even a curious woman). So i dressed up in some black lingerie, fishnet stockings, plad and black short skirt and a tight red haltertop.. It was carrying a load of granite blocks. There was nothing the driver could do. It was over probably before my brother or wife knew that there was a problem. It turned out that the truck had just had break maintenance and one of the fittings was flawed. It fractured, leaving momentum in charge. My brother and I (George) were often mistaken for twins. Our ethnicity was mainly Scotch-Irish with a bit of Norwegian. After the funerals I found out that my brother had left me some of his most.