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Wife Swappers Revenge by Diana Kimberly Heche Part 1: Ideas The poker game had long since died out, nothing left on the table but potato chip crumbs and the smell of stale cigars and beer in the air. Nothing left that is, if you didn't count Jake and me. We had raided the pantry for whiskey a full two hours ago and could only be described as drunk. Very drunk. An hour ago we sung sloppy tunes like some stereo-typical depiction of an Irish souse. And only half an hour ago we spilled drunk's tears over what good friends we were. Drunk. Now, as 4:00 am ticked closer on the clock, we were talking about our wives. I confided in Jake what trouble these poker nights always got me into. And for good reason - we drank too much, we stayed out too late, and we slept in the next day and didn't do one thing we planned to. Jake laughed and said "Well Kent, I tell you what, you send Marcy to my house and I'll send Bridgette to yours. We'll both have a nice piece of ass but without the nagging. I mean you can't nag the wrong husband right?" He seemed satisfied with his answer and didn't need mine "Right!" he empatically told himself. "What is it you think they do together all these hours when we're playing poker?" Again the drunken mind of Jake didn't need my answer to his question, "They play lezzie games!" he declared with one wavering hand raised victoriously in the air. I watched Jake. His eyes were fixed in a straight ahead glazed stare. I suspected in a moment he would pass out. I sat at the table drawing circles in the chip crumbs. I had to admit that Jake's off the cuff drunken remarks intrigued me. His wife Bridgette was very good looking. A tall, athletically built woman, with large round breasts and a high tight ass. Her legs were lean and shapely from years of running and tennis. And her hair. Her hair was a full red thick mane that floated with her every movement. I shook Jake. "Come out of your coma Jake". He was groggy. "Wha ... what do you want Kent?" "Let's do it". He foggy mind could not comprehend what I was saying. "Do what, do what Kent?" I took a deep breath. I was about to tread upon our friendship as hard as I ever dared. This was Pandora's Box. "Let's do what you said, let's swap wives." The glaze rolled from his eyes and there was a sudden clear lucidity that was eerie to see. He measured me evenly for some time. When he spoke, the drunkenness that overpowered his every syllable moments ago was gone. "You're telling me you want to sleep with my wife?" "Yes. But you said it first." "I said it first?" he seemed not to remember, but pondered the idea. "Yes. You said it first. You said my wife Marcy would be a nice piece of ass." "I said that?" "Yes, Jake, you said that." He paused to think. Even as someone who can't read minds I could almost feel him think. After a long silence he said, "You realize of course this changes everything in the world. The way I look at you, the way they look at each other, the way they think about us, and so on. Not ... not that it may not work ... we've all been friends for a long time ... but if anything goes wrong - and there is A LOT that can - or if anythings gets weird, we've thrown it all away - friendship, marriages, everything. Not to mention ... hell ... just bringing it up to the wives could be the beginning of the end of life as we know it. Let's talk about it in the morning when we're sober, when we have more sense." He then went back to his thoughts and surprised me by saying "We'll need a really good plan." ****** Part 2: The Wives Marcy clicked off the video stared at Jake, then turned her vision to me. It was an icy stare. She locked me in her gaze, unmoving. I was standing behind the breakfast bar in the kitchen holding a beer. Jake's wife Bridgette had crossed her arms half way through the film and hadn't said a word since. There was a thick palpable sense of tension in the air. I wasn't going to be the one to break it. It was Marcy who did. She spoke delibertly and evenly, fighting to keep control, "Kent. You and Jake have been moving nervously about all day like a pair of teen age boys that just discovered jerking off. Whispering constantly, a lot of back room conferences and weird conversations. You have us dress up in these," her hand swept over her clothing, "skimpy party dresses as if we're going out. But we don't. We rent a movie. Then, of all coincidences, you both go out to the video store and decide that this near pornographic piece of shit movie, 'The Wife Swappers Club' is fine viewing. Better than any of the ... many ... movies we had mind for tonight." "Now here's Kent," her volume had increased. She was on a roll "who won't even kiss me, his best friend's wife, on the cheek under the mistletoe at Christmas because he's afraid of what that MAY look like. Now he's sitting down very close to me on the couch. Very close. Now I would swear you two assholes thought that a few glasses of wine coupled with a movie about the joys of fucking someone else's husband and wife and you would be able to swap us like whores at a bachelor party. Now you couldn't be thinking that could you? That we could just be swapped because you're tired of fucking us. Like street walking whores?" Never in my marriage had Marcy actually scared me. But the intense fury rolling in her did. Bridgette looked a little shocked and hurt. She was growing even more so as Marcy spoke and confirmed her own worst suspicions. The room went silent. Jake and I didn't dare move at the same time we couldn't bare to stay. Denials were futile and at this point insulting. Jake was right, if it went wrong, things would be weird. And boy were they weird. Worse than weird: damaged. Bridgette stood up, "I want to do it." she said quietly. The defeated angry look on her face did not match the words coming out of her mouth. "But I plan it. We do it my way." Marcy was eyeing her coolly. You could see she felt the whole world had gone mad around her. Bridgette locked eyes with Marcy and spoke slowly and quietly again, "I want to do it, Marcy. My way." I don't know whether telepathy exists or not, but I can tell you at that moment I believed. Bridgette's stare conveyed some thought or idea to Marcy and you could see Marcy begin to comprehend. She nodded slowly. "Of course. Of course. I am game too. We'll set it up boys. Now leave us to talk this over". In the kitchen Jake and I were equal parts excited and in dread. To say that we didn't understand what just happened in there would be putting it lightly. Was it possible that once they thought about it, they slowly came around? That's what they were saying, but that is definitely not what it felt like. "Well," Kent finally said, "we brag about how we love to play high stakes poker. Well this feels pretty damn high stakes to me" I nodded in agreement. ********* Part 3: The Day The first few days after the wives deduced our desires, things were strained. But slowly, we fell back into the routine of going back and forth to work, heading to the gym, watching sitcoms on the couch, and we regained the rhythm of our daily lives. After another two weeks passed, sex even came back into the equation, although infrequently and more reserved than in the past. No mention of the swapping idea reared it's head, and I was happy for it. I wasn't seeing much of Kent and Bridgette, just waving from the lawn when doing chores and such, because as we had deduced, things were a little weird. On a Friday morning - two months to the day of the poker party, Marcy announced over breakfast that today was the day - today was the day that we were going to swap. I was shocked. I pushed my cereal around in the bowl and mumbled that I didn't think it was such a good idea anymore and I was stupid for ever wanting anyone but her in the first place. Of course I smelled a trap. But Marcy's demeanor was bright and happy. She kissed me on the top of my head and told me not to worry, it's okay. She and Bridgette talked it over at length and it was far better to get these urges out within the safe circle of friends than to go out and cheat behind their backs. She told me that she and Bridgette had it all planned and there wasn't a thing we had to do but follow the program. "This will be a weekend not to be forgotten" she promised. ********* I arrived home from work to find the Blazer sitting in the drive way packed and ready to go. From the looks of it, we were going some where and planned to be gone for a weekend, but that was still a lot of luggage for a couple of days. Marcy was happily buzzing around the house when I came through the door. "Good, you're home." She declared "Listen, we decided that it is better if we didn't do this in our home or our own beds. You can understand. We take it some where else and it makes it easier to leave it there. Like a vacation. Hop in the truck, we're all waiting for you." She seemed very happy. "Let me just grab my ..." She interrupted me. "No worries. Bridgette and I packed everything you will need for the weekend". Fine, I thought. I used the bathroom and wandered out to the truck still in my suit. Bridgette and Jake were wandering over from their house. I shook Jake's hand and lowered my voice. "Where's your stuff?" He pointed to the back of the Blazer. "Was there when I got home from work. Bridgette won't even let me check to make sure all my toilet items are there." "Let's go you two chatty girls". Marcy laughed "We've got a long stretch of road". I wandered over to drive "Oh, no there sport". Marcy stopped me. "I'm driving. You guys just sit in the back seat and enjoy that Jack Daniels and coke we left for you and watch the scenery go by". Sounded good to me. I poured myself a strong drink, before making one for Jake. We silently tap our cups together in a toast and took a healthy swig. "Here's to it," I said quietly. "Here's to it" replied Jake. ******* Part 4: Girls When I was 18, I had minor back surgery, full anesthesia. I'll never forget that heavy drugged feeling I had coming out of it. The same feeling I had now. My head was clouded and too muddy to think clearly, although in the distant fog of my thoughts a warning bell rang. I was lying on a bed. I was naked. My throat was dry and constricted. I reached up to touch it. There was a thin metal band around my neck. I sat up and my head pounded. I was in a large bedroom. I saw Jake asleep in the bed next to mine. I tried to focus on what was happening; consciousness proved too elusive and I slipped back into my unconscious state. After a length of time that I could not determine, I woke up again. This time my head was a little clearer, although a pounding head ache remained. Marcy and Bridgette stood in the doorway of the room. Both were dressed in black leather pants and a tight black sweater top. They were wearing tall patent leather black high heels and black hose. Their hair was pulled back tightly and severely. This was not usual dress for this pair. They each held a small remote control device. I didn't like the way this was going one bit "What the hell is ..." Marcy touched a button on the remote. The band around my neck tightened. I gasped out words barely able to talk, but it was too much effort. I gasped for air and pried at the collar with my hands. "Pretty sci-fi, isn't it?" Marcy explained. "It's a beautiful thing really. I press this button, it chokes you so you can't talk. I press it twice it chokes you slowly till you pass out. Very painful." I looked at Jake, who too was tearing at the device with his hands. "The remote sends 'checking' signals to the choker every minute. If three minutes go by and there is no signal, the choker automatically radically contracts. Might not kill you, but it might. Will definitely make you pass out. So you have to stay in range of the remote. But that's not half of it, every two hours I have to tap in a secret code. No code, well ... that's right, it will choke you." She gaze at us with evil malevolence "You are bright girls and I'm sure you've figured it out. You can't run away from us. Even with the remote in your hand you can get no further than two hours away since you don't know the code. And girls, two hours from here even by car, gets you no where, trust me." Marcy's condescending reference to us as girls notwithstanding, her tone was fairly even. "Now ladies, we've decided that we're going through with the swapping, but there have been some changes. We're swapping you ... like the little whores you thought we were, you will be." And as a point of emphasis she push a key on the remote, choking the life from me as the collar slowly constricted. "Now stand up you two!" She barked. We rose to my feet as quickly. I don't know what she had in mind, but I was determined to get through it without getting my wind pipe crushed. "Now, I want you two girls to go into the bathroom and lather each other down with the hair remover you'll find in there. Wait fifteen minutes, then rinse it off. Then I want you two girls to shave each clean other of any thing that is left. Do you understand? And if you say anything to either one of us this weekend other than yes ma'am, we're going to make these collars retract to the size of those worthless wedding bands you're wearing. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am" Jake and I repeated in chorus. "If I find one nick, or one single strand of hair anywhere on your bodies you will pay. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am". "Good" said Marcy, "get to it." Over an hour later we emerged from the bathroom, chastened and humiliated by the experience of body shaving another man. Marcy and Bridgette compounded the shame by having us lotion each other until we were as smooth as babies. Looking at the bed, I realized things were only going to get worse. Laid out on the bed were two sets of women's clothing, that I could see immediately from the size weren't something that Bridgette and Marcy were planning to slip into. "Time for you girls to get dressed" Bridgette informed us. I hesitated and began to speak. Bridgette made couple of taps on the remote's key board and I was on my knees in terrible agony. "Yes ma'am" is all I want to hear from you she informed me. "And no hesitation. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am" I answered. I've seen women dress a thousand times in my life so I knew how to go about it. I picked up the pink, satin panties and held them in the air. I put these on first. To my great surprise the silkiness actually felt good against my pouch. But I pushed that thought quickly away. I slipped on the black stockings over my each leg next, shocked by the feel of the nylon sliding over my freshly shaven, lotioned legs - again, like the panties it felt good in a way I couldn't allow myself to think about. I slipped the corset over my head, not knowing how I was going to lace it up. "Help her" Bridgette commanded to Jake. Jake pulled the laces of the corset tight "Tighter" demanded Marcy. He pulled the strings even tighter "I said tighter" Marcy said again. Jake pushed me against the wall and using his knee for leverage yanked the strings impossibly tight. I could feel the my internal organs squeeze as this corset forced my waist in creating a hips and ass hourglass shape. I was in a great deal of pain. When it came turn to help Jake, I pulled his strings just as tight. I picked up the bra and Bridgette stopped me. "Not yet". With rubber gloves she smeared a sticky gel like substance around chest. Taking off the gloves, she then pressed two weighted silicon breast forms hard against it. After holding them in place for a few minutes she signaled for me to continue. As soon as she released her hands I could feel my chest pull with the weight of my new silicon breasts with every movement I made. I placed the bra over my tits, fastening it in the front. I pulled the tight fitting mini-dress over my head and could feel it clinging to the newly created curves of my body. I glanced out of the corner of my eye watching Jake get dressed. He moved through the procedure with a grim determination. I slipped my feet into the pair of four and a half inch heel black patent leather pumps, much like the one's Bridgette and Marcy wore, but with locking ankle straps. Bridgette locked them shut immediately. Marcy then motioned me to sit on one of the two stools in the middle of the room. Sitting in front of me she opened a large box containing make-up. She produced a pair of tweezer and began to painfully pluck my eyebrows into a thin high arch. She rubbed lotion into my face, then applied foundation make up, dabbing it carefully with a triangular sponge. Satisfied, she lightly did my cheeks with rouge and began to work on my eyes. Using three tones of eye shadow she applied blended layers that reached all the way to my eyebrows. She then clamped on a pair of fake eyelashes, and paused to examine her work. "Not bad, you're almost pretty". Pulling a blonde wig from the case she brushed the tangles out. Using the same gel she applied my breasts with she rubbed a thin line around the cap of the wig before applying it carefully to my head. I could faintly hear the murmuring comments of Bridgette behind me, telling me Jake was going through a similar transformation. Marcy glued fake nails to each of my fingers and painted them with the care of an artist. As she waited for them to dry, Marcy continued to hair spray, brush, and finagle with my make-up before she seemed satisfied. Lastly she produced bright red lipstick and applied. "Well I'll be damned, you are half way good looking". She held a mirror in front of my face and it gave me a start. I actually made an attractive woman. I looked over my shoulder at Jake and was stunned further. He was very attractive, in fact he was good looking as hell. His slight build and shortness gave him a completely feminine appearance. His little mini-dress showed off his legs and they looked quite shapely as his feet perched in the high heels causing his calf muscles flex in the nylon. In the push-up bra the tops of his skin showed giving the illusion of full, rounded breast. Despite myself, I could feel my penis stir in my panties, the feel of the silk accelerated the sensation and my penis began to bulge a bit. I shifted uncomfortably, but Bridgette spied me. "Oh look, Kent here ... no, not Kent ... you are now Candice ... Candice is a bit of a lesbian and has a thing for Jackie." Jake and I both flushed hot with miserable embarrassment. "That's good to know" Bridgette added almost to herself. Marcy and Bridgette had us spend the next five hours in a grueling routine. We learned to walk on this very high heels, how to smooth our skirts as we sat, how to powder our make-up so it didn't shine. We took make up off, we put make up on. Finally they seemed satisfied. "Now, Jackie, you come with me" said Marcy. Jake/Jackie stood up and quietly left the room with Marcy. ***** Part 5: Bridgette Training Bridgette walked all around the my chair eyeing me. "Stand up". I stood. Bridgette continued to circle slowly. "Oh yeah, I swapped for a good little bitch didn't I? Look at those long legs and that little ass sticking out. I've got uses for that little ass" She slapped my ass hard. Bridgette unzipped her black leather pants and slid them off. Reaching into the big canvas bag in the middle of the room she pulled on a strap on dildo. The sight of Bridgette's long sexy legs and her shiny black heels and stockings excited me. Walking toward me she shoved me backward onto the bed, on the four inch heels I easily toppled onto my back. Like a cat she sprang on top me, grabbing me behind my thighs thrusting my legs apart and in the air like a woman about to receive a man. She yanked my panties off of my ass sliding them up my leg, where the now dangled around my raised ankle. She popped the top off of the jar of lube next to the bed and unceremoniously smeared it onto the dildo. She put a little more on two of her fingers and violently shoved them up my ass. Rearing back she slammed the dildo into my ass fucking me hard. My hole burned with pain. With each pump I could see my tits bounce with the weight of the silicone breasts. I looked up and saw my nylon encased legs swaying with each pump of my ass, my black high heeled pumps pointing towards the roof, the panty hanging around my elevated ankle. Bridgette grunted quietly under the effort of her slams. I was getting fucked like I had fantasized I was going to do Bridgette; I was getting fucked hard like a girl. The sight of Bridgette over me excited me and I could feel my dick begin to hardened. My sphincter had relaxed and now the dick sliding in and out of my ass didn't actually feel all that bad. Could it be I even liked it? Bridgette pulled out and rolled me over and pulled me to my knees. She shoved my head in the pillow so my ass was sitting high and ready. Mounting me from behind she began thrusting in and out of my ass with the strap-on again. She pumped away, occasionally slapping my ass hard and calling me her "swapped little bitch" until she seemed satisfied. She got off the bed, walked around and grabbed me by the back of my head. "Lick me clean" she demanded. " She shoved the rubber cock deep in my throat, it was all I could do not to gag. But as commanded, I licked it clean. "Now" she said unlocking my high heels "I want you to take a shower and clean up. We're having company. **** Part 6: Company As instructed I showered, cleaning myself well. I pulled at the restrictive collar, testing it, and realize it was going nowhere. I checked myself to insure that I was still cleanly shaven over my entire body and stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed. I stuck my head out quickly in the hallway to see if I could spy Jake, maybe plan an escape, but he was nowhere to be found. My clothes had been laid out for me when I was in the shower. On top of the pile was a note that said "As soon as you pretty yourself up, meet me down stairs". I quickly slipped into the corset, tying the strings tightly by pulling them repeatedly and tying them underneath my breasts. The hosiery I was to wear was a opaque golden flesh tone, much like dancers or waitresses wear. I slid those onto my legs, and despite myself, ran a hand down the nylon smoothness of my legs and calf. I clasped the padded bra onto my glued silicon breast form, pushing my real cleavage out over the top. I stepped into the tiny jean shorts that were laid out, and squeezed myself in. The shorts were cut so that most of my nylon ass hung out. The tightness pulled my cheeks upwards giving me a round, full look to my ass. I then put on the low cut, tight t-shirt that finished my outfit. Using the skills that had been drilled into me, I set to work on my make-up and hair. Moving carefully as not to chip my glued on nails. I suspected if I looked less than perfect in front of these mystery guests I would be severely punished. Satisfied that I looked presentable, I slipped on the clear high heel platform slides and inspected myself in the mirror. I looked like a trampy version of a Hooters girl. It was jarring. I looked good I had to admit. I descended the stairs into a large open living room. Brenda and Marcy sat sipping drinks together on a couch. Seated next to them was a large, muscular man; typical body building/bouncer type. What was obviously his buddy, equally large, sat in the other chair. His legs were spread a part and a blonde head bobbed up in down in his lap, obviously sucking his shaft. Even though the girl sucking his dick had a nice round ass that made my dick tingle with want, the identical clothing she wore to mine told me two things: that was Jake and I knew what was in store for me. "Hello Candice. Now you aren't to speak a word tonight, do you understand?" Marcy explained. I nodded as I watched her trace her finger down the side of the remote. "Good." she said to me. Turning to the man on the couch "Time to join your friend". Mr. body builder anxiously pulled out his long hard shaft. I walked over tentatively but he grabbed me by the arm pulling me to my knees. I found my face inches from his dick. At that moment I made a decision. I was going to give this man the blow job of his life. I was going to turn the tables on the girls by acting like I loved being a woman and I loved servicing men. If I looked like I was having too much fun, maybe they'll decide this isn't much of a punishment. It shouldn't be a problem, I knew what I liked, so I should know how to give it good. I took the base of his shaft in my hand and slowly worked it up and down as I licked circles around the top of his head. Once he was hard as a rock I plunged down on him taking in every bit of his long thick penis and worked my mouth up and down. I slowly rolled his balls in my fingers until I felt him stiffen and explode, shooting wave after wave into the back of my throat. I got up and crawled onto his knee, giving him a long hard french kiss, exploring his mouth eagerly as my hand went back to making him hard again. I worked his shaft up and down when I was jolted by the restriction of the collar falling backwards to the floor. "I appreciate your .... enthusiasm ... but you do only what I command you". Marcy motioned for me and Jake to join her. She walked us over to the side of the couch bending us over, both our asses hung in the air over the armrest side by side., our heads down in the seat cushions. She carefully slid and rolled our hose and shorts down so only our assholes were exposed. She then motioned for the two men to come over. Marcy and Bridgette lubed the studs bringing them to another hard on. "What a waste of manhood on these two ... do us first" With our shorts rolled down and asses in the air, our wives fucked the two body builders on the couch a mere inches from our face. Marcy arched and moaned with an intensity that I had never seen in our love making. Coming to a massive climax, she slumped satisfied against the back of the couch. "Now, get hard again boys, and you can fuck those little girls tight asses". The prospect excited the boys because they were hard again almost instantly. Bridgette used the lube on our asses working her fingers in and out until she thought we were ready. Seconds later I felt the long shaft of the body builder plunge into my hole. His thrusts slammed me against the arm rest of the couch and with each pump he slid deeper into my ass. Beside me Jake/Jacqueline grunted as the man fucking him pumped just as hard and deep. I watched Jake body vibrate with each slam of his ass. Her blonde locks strewn wildly, covering her admittedly pretty face. I watched her breast sway back and forth and couldn't help but wonder what her tight hole must be like. I realized in my mind I was calling Jake "her", I was thinking of Jake as a woman. Despite my dick being tucked away between my legs I felt myself grow hard thinking about this pretty girl next to me getting fucked so good. And with this, the sensation of getting fucked in the ass suddenly felt better, almost good. I listened to the grunts and moans of the body builder, felt his hands squeeze my hips tightly and realized that I must be a good fuck. I slipped my hosed foot out of the platform slide and ran it up and down the side of the stud's leg. He grew more excited and his pumps became more furious. Almost simultaneously the two men came. I could feel his sperm shooting into my ass. They retreated to the couch, tired from their multiple fucks. Bridgette clapped her hands sharply together. "Very good girls, now go upstairs and wait for us". Jake and I retreated upstairs as we were told, collapsing on the bed from the trying experience. We both laid there quietly, silent in our mutual humiliation. Jake was obviously taking this very hard, and her eyes clouded as though she would cry at any moment .. again I caught myself calling Jake "her". I wasn't sure if it was because she looked so much like a woman, or that I did, but I reached up and brushed her face with my hand in a gesture to let her know it was okay. But for some reason I could not take my hand off of her face, and began to trace it down her neck and across her bosom. My hand continued to roam down until it found the top of her thigh. I rubbed it slowly. Jake/Jacqueline never moved. My dick grew hard as I felt her smooth thigh. Not being able to help myself I gently squeezed. Not being able to take it anymore, I rolled Jacqueline over onto her stomach kissing the back of her neck. Maybe because she was overwhelmed by the events of day, or maybe because she was getting used to receiving as a woman, she didn't resist. I pulled her hose and shorts down exposing her round ass. I did the same, pushing my dick deep into her already lubed hole. I pumped back and forth and was amazed at how tight and good she felt, her tight ass gripped my dick nice and tight I came quietly and quite explosively in her hole. I rolled off of ier Now that my mind was no longer clouded with lust, I burned with shame. We both laid silently when the door swung open. It was Marcy and Bridgette. "Girls," Bridgette said, "you performed very well today. Our customers were satisfied. Good. Because there are some changes you need to know about. You are both going to sign letters of resignation that we've written for you and cash in your unused vacation. You are also going to cash in those massive life insurance policies you have. We have emptied your accounts already. Girls, you aren't going anywhere. Your old life is over. We like you this way, we are keeping you this way." Bridgette paused to let it sink in. "We have some bigger changes for you. Those breasts of yours are going to be permanent, we have you scheduled for breast implants as well as hip. You are going to be women in every way but one." ****** Part 7: New Life Ahead Two years have passed since we first suggested the wife swapping idea. True to their word, we have been surgically transformed in so many ways. We have real breasts and round asses and hips. Our lips are pouty and our bodies permanently made smooth. Our penis are cemented in realistic looking vaginas. With a touch of surgery under the scrotum we now have shallow holes in our realistic pussies. We can't use them to fuck, but it keeps us from being caught as once being men, if a finger or occasional cock tries to slide in. During the days, the girls et us to work as waitresses in restaurant in town some ways from the cabin. At night we are put to work turning tricks as the girls usher in client after client for us to suck and give our ass. I have gotten quite used to it honestly. I like the stares I get at the restaurant, and sex is something that I have excelled at. I have come to enjoy pleasuring men well. I can't think of the last time I thought of escape. For better or worse, my life has truly changed. The end