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PART 3 I followed Kelly timidly through the front door and waited as she locked up. In the cool air, the short skirt offered little protection and I was very conscious that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Thankfully the taxi driver had returned to the car, and I hovered near Kelly like a frightened chick afraid to leave the nest. There were a few steps down from her from door to the path which looked very solid, as I concentrated on maintaining my balance. I had visions of falling and being rushed off to hospital in women's clothing; sans my underwear. "Here we go," Kelly said, taking my arm and guiding me down the steps. As we neared the taxi I held my bag into of the tell tale bulge in my skirt and hoped the driver didn't figure out my secret. Kelly opened the door for me and I slid in as quickly as I could. Once on the backseat I tried to slide down as much as possible and avoid being seen. As I did this my skirt rode up exposing more than the tops of my thighs. Thankfully my bag still provided cover and I squirmed to pull the skirt back down. Despite my efforts the cabbie obviously made me and glared at me throughout the journey back to central London. It didn't help that Kelly kept telling me how good I had been at giving head and that I shouldn't run off the blow strange men no how matter how much I enjoyed it. My cheeks burned with shame and if possible I would have sunk through the seat and dropped off of the world. When the journey finished I had visions of Kelly making me pay as a further humiliation but, thankfully, she paid him before getting out. He still managed the glare at me and mouth an obscene word as he drove off. I didn't recognise the area of London we were in or the bar, but judging by the demeanour of men hanging around outside smoking and bright rainbow symbols everywhere I assumed that it was a gay pub. I received more than a few admiring glances as I was led inside and one of the smokers ran a hand over my arse and laughed when I yelped in surprise. The crowd around the door was pretty thick because the main bar was nearby by so we had to squeeze through. Emboldened by my little cry several other hands started exploring my body as we headed to the back. I had to concentrate on walking in heels so was easy prey, unable to ward off the most ham fisted grope. Most either aimed for my backside or crotch. One even got under the skirt and felt the bare skin of my cock. He must have thought it was Christmas and whispered: "Ooo, baby." Into my ear. Once we were past the bar area the place thinned out and I realised that it was pretty big. The main floor was filled with tables while at the side alcoves nestled promising more privacy. The ceiling was two storeys above, with another couple of seating areas built above the bar and in one of the corners. A stage dominated the far wall, next to which were various coloured doors that Kelly said could be booked for private functions. She took my elbow and guided me towards one of the alcoves on the right. As we approached I saw that a long seat had been built into the wall. It curved around a large table which filled most of the alcove. Six men were drinking and talking in a relaxed manner. The closest was Julian. He had changed into jeans and a V necked top and when he saw me he scooted over patting the seat beside him. I slide into place and he put his arm around me. I leant against him and remained quiet. "Everyone," he said. "This is Dianne. Dianne, this is everyone." Everyone looked at me; a few smiled, but most stared. I allowed a weak shy smile before looking down and hoping that no one would pay any more attention to me. "Here you are," Julian continued, handing me a glass of dry white wine. "I took the liberty of ordering you a drink." I normally drank pints, but there was no use arguing so I took a sip: had a faint chemical taste that reminded me of the water I had drunk earlier. Kelly squeezed in beside me and began saying hellos to the crowd, who I assumed she knew. "Dianne is the straight boy I told you about," Julian said, shocking me into staring at him in horror. "Never been with a man or wore a skirt before. Didn't stop her cumming for me or sucking me off, did it?" The last question was directed at me. He and Kelly now had enough incriminating material on me that I was totally in their power so I knew that any denial would be useless. Julian stared at me expectantly, so I nodded and cringed inwardly. "Tell everyone how you came when sucking me off," Julian ordered, snuggling me to him. I looked at the faces around the table. These were men I didn't know and doubted I would ever see again. Nevertheless it was still humiliating to nod and say: "I came when I sucked Julian off." There was answering round of smiles and a couple of hopeful leers. "Well, if you're thirsty..." one of them said and mimed the action of pulling down his flies. Julian laughed, his free hand exploring my thighs. "Sorry Leon, but she's all mine." His fingers slid up my skirt and his eyebrows went up when he found only skin. "You're nothing but a sissy now aren't you?" He looked me in the eyes as he said this, his hand caressing the skin of my thigh. "You've been totally queered, right? Only cock for you from now on." I thought I would burst into tears, but I nodded in response to him as expected. The evening continued and the group relaxed into an easy camaraderie. I drank my wine and tried to be invisible. Disturbingly as Julian's hand continued to explore my lap my dick got hard. Luckily it was concealed from everyone by the table. He took full advantage of my vulnerability and had me squirming and gasping. The whole time Leon watched me with the expression of a wolf examining a sheep. He was a heavyset man, with dark curly hair and deep brown eyes. He made no effort to conceal his staring and I found my eyes drawn back to his. Julian saw what was occurring but seemed more amused than annoyed. "Dianne," he said. "Tell Leon that you're my woman." "I'm Julian's woman." "Tell him that you've come to here tonight to be fucked by me..." After the slightest hesitation I said, "I came here tonight to be fucked by Julian." "...And I'm a virgin but can't to have his dick in my pussy." "And I'm a virgin and I..." I closed my eyes unable to look at Leon's face as I said: "...I can't wait to have his dick in my pussy." Julian wasn't finished, "And when he does I'm going to cum then, too." I opened my mouth but I couldn't bring myself to continue. I knew it was coming, but to be forced to admit that I wanted this! Things had gotten so completely out of hand. All I had wanted to do was repress a few photos, now my whole manhood was being stolen. I could only hope that after this night it would really be over. Shortly afterward Leon excused himself and Julian leaned in close. "Leon has a thing for straight boys. Busting a cherry is his favourite hobby. He's a very dominant lover. You might like to give him a try at some time." I shuddered at the thought and Julian continued, his finger gliding up my erect cock. "Of course he won't be taking your cherry." I tried to move away from his caress and say something, anything to get out of this crazy situation but all that came out was a breathless, "Please..." "Don't worry, sweetie." He cooed, kissing my neck lightly and sending a shiver through me. "I'll be gentle and have you begging for more." I don't know what scared me more, the thought of being fucked or that I actually would beg for more. "C'mon, Dianne," Kelly interrupted, taking my arm. "It's time to powder your nose." She got up and I followed her immediately. Anything to get away. When we reached the ladies Kelly stopped outside and leant close: "I have to say that I'm surprised how well you've adjusted. You're a natural sissy and cock slut. I just wanted to remind you that after tonight you're free to continue your old boring life with no repercussions. Just one word of advice; try and enjoy tonight. I've heard that Julian's a wonderful lover." The thoughts of Julian as a lover and enjoyment didn't to work for me and I felt my hand trembling slightly as I pushed open the door to the Ladies. Once we had finished our ablutions, I found myself standing at the sinks with Kelly facing the mirrors and putting on my makeup as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She was still giving me tips, but in a more friendly or maternal way. I had just applied my lipstick when Kelly said, "I'll be leaving you with Julian for the rest of the evening." "Really?" I said, freezing in place with the lipstick still touching my lower lip. A jolt of nervousness shot through me at the thought of Julian and I being alone together. No matter how much Kelly scared me, I was used to her presence. Being without her would be different. It made me feel more vulnerable. "Yes. Our friend Patricia's in tonight. Her owners have brought her over to be broken in at a private party." She adjusted her hair. "I've been allowed to watch and I've invited Chloe from work." "Chloe?" The surprise was evident in my voice. Chloe was a sweet, quiet but very insecure girl from the accounts department. She had been with the company since leaving school four or five years ago and as far as I knew lived alone. "Yes. You don't know this but Patrick raped her when she first joined the company." She said it so matter of factly I didn't know how to respond. Kelly continued before I could form a reply. "He got her drunk and buggered her. He used to visit and abuse her regularly; when he wasn't date raping other women. She was terrified of him. I've told her what going to happen tonight and she wants to see it. If anyone deserves to see him get fucked it's her." It had no answer to that. All I could think of was Patrick brutishly having his way with poor Chloe. I knew he had been a bully in the workplace, but to do all that. Maybe he did deserve what was coming to him. When we left the toilet I have to admit that I was interested in seeing Patrick; or Patricia. It was morbid curiosity. I had been feminised and made to perform sexual acts but I didn't see myself as someone who had been punished or abused. Patricia, on the other hand, had been; and apparently deservedly so. There was also a nagging concern that Kelly planned to do the same to me at some point; pass me on to abusive owners and be sexually punished despite Julian's promises. They had plenty of evidence for blackmail now. His "owners", the bears, were two large men with ponderous beer bellies and scruffy beards. They both wore waist coats over bare hairy chests; one denim the other leather. Denim wore leather chaps and a matching pair of briefs. His companion wore black leather trousers. They were both were obviously well hung and exuded a raw natural masculine power that I found intimidating. I quickly looked down afraid to meet their eyes. One of them held a leash and led Patricia like the slave or pet she was. They were surrounded by a group of cheering and hooting men, ogling her with undisguised lust. The first thing I noticed was that her eyes were downcast, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Her expression was one of fear but at the same time resignation. It was the look of someone who had been broken. I wanted to feel sorry for her, but having heard of what Patrick had done to Chloe all I felt was numb. She deserved this, and judging by the queue of lusty men following her, I knew she was going to it good. She was wearing a skin tight pink spandex jumpsuit, complete with hood. Falsies with large nipples jutted out from her chest and an extremely tight red waist clincher completed her figure. Unlike me, her manhood had been tucked back to give her a flat tummy. She wore red pixie boots with three inch heels. Lastly she had a large black collar around her neck and a mane of copper red hair flowing from the back of her hood. Her makeup was garish and unsubtle. As she was led closer, Kelly gripped my arm, whispered a hurried goodbye and disappeared into the crowd. I suddenly found myself alone, in women's clothing, surrounded by a bunch of randy gay men. Despite the presence of a few other transvestites, I felt extremely vulnerable. Before I could decide what to do, I felt two strong arms encircle me from behind and the familiar tickle of his goatee as Julian leaned in to kiss my neck. "Don't run away, sweetie," he whispered. "We haven't finished our date." Strangely I felt relieved to be in Julian's arms and leant back into him and inhaled the scent of his aftershave as I watched Patricia approach the door to one of the back rooms followed by her lusty retinue. Now that she had passed I saw that a large oval shape was missing at the rear of her jumpsuit allow access to her arse. Two white buttocks, marked with whip marks, flashed by. How had she sunk so low so quick? Just as one of the bears was reaching for the handle a harsh feminine voice called out, "Oh Patrick." It was not a particularly loud voice but it cut through the laughter and goading like an arrow finding its target. Patricia looked up for the first time and made eye contact. Chloe stood nearby in a tight hobble skirt, patent boots and dark halter top. Her makeup was very severe, a million miles away from the shy office girl I knew. She smiled at him coldly, obviously relishing her ex-rapist's humiliation. Beside her, Kelly stood with a matching grin. Patricia stood stock still in horror, her lipstick covered lips grimaced in shock and the agony of humiliation. "You promised that no one would know," he wailed, tears running down his cheeks. "You said that if I did this no one would see the video!" He might have said more but the bear holding his leash give her a few seconds then tugged hard, pulling him forward. As Patricia was dragged into the private room I could see that he was looking around desperately for escape and pulling back. The thought of being fucked in front of Chloe had obviously rekindled what remained of his resistance. The bear gave up with the leash and physically through Patricia over his shoulder and carried him in. His pink clad legs flapped in resistance but there was no escape. Kelly laughed at the sight of the once great salesman being carried off for a fucking like a medieval wench at the hands of a Viking. She and Chloe followed the rest into the room; no doubt intending to find ringside seats. Then the door closed. "We'll leave in a minute," Julian said, guiding me back to our table which was empty now. Patricia obviously had a lot of admirers. "Let's have one more drink and go." Another white wine was waiting for me and I picked it up, my hand trembling slightly. No matter what, I would make this drink last as long as possible. Over the next twenty minutes I nursed the wine but despite drinking slowly it still went to my head. Julian was talking to me, leaning in so I could feel his breath on my ear and neck. It sent shivers down my spine. I don't remember what he said exactly, but the basic gist was that he was promising to be gentle with me and that I had already shown I would enjoy being fucked. Worryingly, I got hard after I started the drink, my cock standing upright pushing my skirt upward. Julian fondled it the whole time and I have to admit I was panting and ready to cum when he finally stood and led me outside. The journey to his flat was a blur. I know we kissed and I remember him ordering me to beg him to fuck me. I think I did too. Julian lived in the ground floor flat of a converted house near Greenwich. It was dark when we arrived, but the cool air wafting around my unprotected gentiles brought me back to awareness. Uncertainly I hovered by the door whilst Julian paid the fare. With a quick, contemptuous glance at me, then cabbie drove off leaving me alone with him. "Alone at last," he said, as if reading my thoughts. I wanted to engage in some witty banter, say something that would take his mind off of his plan of having me or at least delay things as long as possible. However, my throat felt as dry and brittle as old parchment. As he undid the lock, his free hand caressed my bum tenderly. Then we were inside. Keeping the lights off, Julian locked up and led me to his bedroom. He was gentle but I could tell that he was almost as tense as I was. The bedroom was comfortable looking with pine furniture and a King sized bed with a white duvet filling most of the space. On the wall were a couple of Andy Warhol prints and a larva lamp on the bedside cabinet filling the room with warm light. I saw that there was a pink baby doll laying on one of the pillows and suspected that it wasn't Julian's nightwear. I wanted to run but couldn't move. Julian poured me a glass of water and I gulped it down, barely noticing the bitter aftertaste. When I finished Julian took the glass and put it aside. I stood still passively and he gently took me in his arms and kissed me. I didn't want to encourage him, but at the same time didn't want to upset him so I responded half heartedly. Unfortunately my cock responded with more enthusiasm and immediately rose pulling my skirt up. Julian chuckled into the kiss as he felt it and then started pushing me back towards the bed. Unsteadily I backed up until my legs were against the bed then he positioned me until I was sitting down facing him. His eyes were on my erect cock as he slowly ran his hands up and down my nylon clad calves and slid my shoes off. His spent a few minutes massaging my feet and I found myself sighing in relaxation at his touch. Walking in heels was hard on your feet. "Stand up for a second," he ordered. Reluctantly I lowered my feet from his lap and stood up. Still kneeling he reached around my waist and undid the button and zip at the back of my skirt. He pulled it down, making sure to smooth my hold ups, and gently pushed me back into the sitting position. I was now naked from the waist down except for my stockings. My erect cock bounced inches from his face, but he ignored it and continued rubbing my feet and legs. It was extremely relaxing. "Lay face down on the bed." His voice was low and husky. Feeling relaxed from the foot rub I complied and seconds later I felt the bed shift as he climbed on a shuffled over. He pulled one of the pillows down and had me lift my belly so he could place it under my midriff. This was it. I felt myself tensing as his hands descended, but instead of touching my ass he began to work his magic on my shoulders, massaging the tension away. At one point he snapped my bra strap, through material of my blouse, playfully. Mainly he concentrated on running his strong fingers over my back. I was vaguely aware that he was undressing as he massaged me but it still came as a shock when I shifted position and saw that he was naked as he squatted over me kneading my lower back. Then he shifted position downward, forcing my legs apart and kneeling between them. His hands caressed my buttocks for a few seconds before he reached for something nearby. Then he poured something cold onto my skin. I made a little "Ooo" sound and squirmed, but his strong hands began to rub the cold gooey stuff into my skin. Then he turned his attention to what liquid had dripping between my cheeks. He ran a finger up and down my crack and I shivered in anticipation. Now the moment was here I was no longer afraid; if anything I felt a mixture of randiness and relaxation. Then his finger probed my hole. I gasped and tensed up. The finger probed deeper, in and out, deeper and deeper. It was not unpleasant, just strange. I kept shifting my midriff, but Julian kept fingering me gently. Then he removed his finger, poured some more cold liquid down my crack. Then the finger was back; with a friend. Two fingers were a little uncomfortable and I tried to move away from the probing. Julian put his free hand on my hip, more to reassure than to hold me still, and continued to finger me. As they pumped in and out the feeling of tightness disappeared and I relaxed; letting him do his thing. After a while he repeated the procedure and added a third finger. This time it did hurt and I tried to get up but Julian shushed me and told me to relax and it would be all right. I desperately tried to relax as he said, but the discomfort made it impossible. I thought about the events of the day, how impossibly crazy this whole situation was. No one would ever believe me if I told them, not that I was ever likely to "Good girl," Julian whispered, removing his fingers. I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I hadn't noticed how my hole had stretched to accommodate them. Now I felt empty and actually missed the feeling of being full. Behind me Julian was fumbling with something when I looked over my shoulder I saw he was pulled a condom on. Fear coursed through me and I clenched up. Seeing my reaction Julian made reassuring noises and returned his fingers, loosening me up again. As he was doing this I kept thinking to myself: Sod it! Let them see the bloody pictures! Anything's better than this! But I kept quiet. After God knows how long Julian withdrew his fingers and positioned himself above me. I held my breath in anticipation. Then I felt it. I instinctively tensed up again, but thanks to his recent manipulations I had been sufficiently loosened and he slowly pushed into me despite my resistance. His dick felt cold and I later found out this was because he had lubed it up. He pushed until I thought I was going to be split in half then he stopped with just the head inside my ring. "C'mon you silly girl," he cooed. "Relax." It took an effort of will, but I unclenched. He didn't move for a minute or so, staying completely still letting me adjust to his manhood. Then he slowly continued to push. I whimpered a little to myself and stuck my arms out, left and right, digging my nail varnished fingers into the material of the duvet. He continued to push, entering and filling me. I want to scream with the pain and tried to squirm forward but it was no use. He stopped at that point and I felt his pubes tickling the tops of my thighs. He was in me, his whole dick up my ass. Experimentally I clenched my buttocks. "That's nice," he whispered into my ear, and I immediately unclenched. If I was going to be fucked I wasn't going to make it any more enjoyable. Julian, however, had plans to make it enjoyable for me. Firstly, he reached underneath me and felt my dick which was rock hard. "You're a woman now," he teased gently, sliding both arms around me and holding me tight. "And from the feel of things below you love it." I closed my eyes at his observation, but I knew it was true. Lying on my dick was like lying on a warm iron bar. Julian kissed my neck and nibbled my ear for a while and I shuddered as his tongue caressed the lobe of my ear. The feelings were so pleasurable I almost forgot the dick up my ass. Then he began to withdraw until only half his cock was in me. Without any hesitation he pushed back in. In, out, in, out. It was a slow constant motion and I tried to count the thrusts to keep my mind off of what was happening. The problem was that he was speeding up and it was beginning to feel nice. My ass still hurt but, thanks to Julian's patient stretching, it wasn't too painful. I'd had worse pain going to the toilet. No, the problem was that as he thrust into me I was beginning to experience something new. Something pleasurable, very pleasurable. Small tremors of ecstasy rippled through my body and I found myself closing my eyes and sighing in satisfaction. Then I found I found that I was pushing back to meet his thrusts so he could get deeper and felt a deep shame. They were right, I would enjoy a fucking; I was a natural pussy. My cheeks burnt and tears welled in my eyes. I briefly resolved not to enjoy being fucked and stopped, but unconsciously started thrusting back almost immediately. "Good isn't it, lover," Julian whispered and I almost nodded in agreement. Then he withdrew out of me. I couldn't suppress a moan of disappoint and blushed even more because it was obvious he had heard me. "Roll over," he ordered, and I did so as he pulled the pillow out from under me. I pouted a little as I thought it was over, even thought I knew I should have been grateful. When Julian grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders I felt a shiver of excitement. Seeing my legs in hold-up stockings over his shoulders emphasized my female role in this coupling. As he leant forward, doubling me over, he positioned his cock at my hole again and I tried to squirm forward to meet it. "Beg me to fuck you," he ordered, holding me down, his dick just touching, just tantalizing. I shook my head, but at the same time my body was betraying me as I felt my hips trying to meet his meat. "Beg," he said, thrusting forward for a second but not penetrating. Beg for my own defilement? I shook my head, and he thrust into me causing me to gasp with pleasure. This position allowed him to fuck me deeper and when he did something happened. Something even more wonderful than before. I needed more and it was plain he could see it in my face. He stopped and looked at me expectantly. I had no choice. "Fuck me," I whispered, aware of the edge of desperation in my voice. He smiled and trust forward again and again hitting that magic spot within. Pleasure rippled through me again and I opened my mouth in a silent gasp of ecstasy. This was like an amazing drug and I knew that each thrust was turning me into addict. Seeing my open mouth Julian lowered his and kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth. Caught up in the moment I wrapped my arms around him and kissed back; whimpering into his mouth with his thrusts. Then he ended the kiss and increased his tempo. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh God, Julian don't stop!" I was raving and holding tight. The whole time he just stared down at me as he pumped away. Then it happened. I felt warmth spread through me and seconds later an orgasmic sensation that was off the Richter scale surged through me. Every nerve sang with pleasure. My cock exploded, pumping semen all over my clincher and blouse. The shuddering of my body caused my ass to contract which in turn made Julian cum. I felt the sensation of warm cum filling me deep inside, even through the condom. Then he slumped onto me gasping. I wrapped my arms around him and held him gently. After a short while he suggested we clean up as he had been laying on me and I was covered in cum I followed him into the bathroom and after I stripped he used a solvent to remove my wig. I did surprise him, however, by dropping to my knees and cleaning him with my mouth. He gave me the baby doll to wear, as was fitting, and we snuggled. I slept well that night and dreamt of more fuckings. I had never experienced anything like, and although my old hetero self said that it was finally over and best forgotten, I knew deep down that I was going to require constant repetitions. The following morning I woke to sunlight streaming the window and a throbbing backside. When I moved pain flared through me and I grunted in pain. "Sore ass?" Julian asked, and I turned my head and saw him looking at me with a concerned expression on his face. "Well you should know, after what you did," I snapped. I knew I was being churlish but the words were out before I could stop them. He smiled tightly but nodded. "Roll onto your front and spread your legs," he ordered, pulling the duvet cover back "Isn't that what started this?" Again the words were said before I knew what I was saying. I had never been a morning person. "Sorry," I added, complying with his order. Seconds later I felt him pull my cheeks apart. "It does look sore," he admitted. "I'll put some cream on, but first I'll kiss it better." He leant forward and started to lick my hole. Despite the soreness I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure. No one had ever done this to me before. "That's good. Very good." After a minute he gently slapped my bum and ordered me to stand up. I complied and the baby doll, which had gotten bunched up slid down; the sensation on my skin was very nice. I decided there and then that I loved wearing sexy lingerie. "Spread your legs again and lean forward," Julian said and I complied. He began to rub at ointment into my hole. As his finger slid in, despite the raw pain, I started getting hard and feeling randy. "Looks to me like someone didn't get enough last night," he chuckled. "Well," I replied, smiling back him. "What are you going to do about it?" I desperately wanted that feeling again, but deep down I didn't believe a second fucking would feel as good as the first. I was wrong, it was better. I spent most of the Sunday with Julian. We talked, fucked, and talked some more and so on. He had my original clothes at his place so I was able to get home without any real problems; except a very tender backside. The following week I couldn't shake the memory of those feelings, not even once I was back to work and in the same old routine. Somehow my old life seemed dull and empty. I talked with friends and acted like the same person, but I knew I was different. That weekend had changed me. Kelly, strangely enough, was the only person I could talk with and not feel that I was putting on an act. On the Tuesday I bought makeup at Superdrug on the way home from work, got dressed in Dianne's clothing and masturbated. I came in seconds and as I did it was Julian's face I saw. On Wednesday morning I logged onto EBay to expand my wardrobe and that evening I went shopping for lingerie to sleep in. I held out until Thursday before calling him. He answered on the fifth ring. "Hello. Julian?" I asked. "Yes." "It's me. Andy. I mean Dianne" "I know, I have caller ID." "Oh. Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to do something this weekend." "Maybe, will you be Andy or Dianne." His voice still had a playful tone to it. I smiled. "I'll be whoever you want." And over the last eighteen months that's how it's been. I live my drab masculine life firmly in the closet during the week and have a life as Dianne during the weekends and the odd break. Julian and I still sleep together but we're not exclusive and I've had other lovers. I'm always the bottom and nearly always dressed as Dianne. Leon still watches me with obvious lust but I haven't slept with him. Yet. It's only a matter of time now as I am a slut for cock. Kelly did her thing with a few more guys from the firm, but I don't know who. She never told me and Julian swears he wasn't involved in any of those sessions. She moved on to another firm up North recently, but we stay in touch by email. Patricia had the Op in at a private clinic in Thailand and became a full woman. Apparently she begged and pleaded to be spared all the way to the hospital. Rumour has it that Chloe was given her balls as a present so she'd know how far her former tormentor has fallen although I doubt that particular piece of hearsay is true. Patricia is back though, still turns tricks for her bear owners. I saw her on Punter Net a few months ago and she looked very fine in a tight pair of silver lame leggings and a silk wrap top. Her smile looked a little forced, but I'm sure she's accepted her lot by now. I know I'm happy with mine. Well, that's my story. I hope you enjoyed it. Love and kisses, Dianne. [email protected]