I needed a fewminutes to think.Danny didn't say anything; he just got up and walked into the kitchen. Whatwas I thinking that I could get him to dress... as a woman to please myhusband? Danny had never shown any tendency towards dressing as a female.He was five-eight and thin but he liked the same things as Greg. They wouldsit in front of the TV all afternoon on Sunday and watch football and drinkbeer. I hope this won't ruin the friendship they have had for so manyyears. How could I be so. She had known something was wrong the moment she had arrived at the estate. Things had seemed different, somehow, some smell or sound or something in the air, and she had felt very dizzy as she walked inside, so dizzy she’d had to sit down on the floor for a moment. When she recovered, she had seen why things felt so wrong - obviously some sort of fight, or robbery, or something had taken place. Not a robbery, she had quickly decided, since nothing seemed taken but all sorts of things were. I liked when he screwed me hard in our drunkenness, when it took hours for him to get off because he had 'whiskey dick'. The next day I would look at my bruises or scratches proud of myself wearing them as badges of honor but somehow felt something was missing, knowing I was simply a piece of ass for his use. I tried using him as much as he used me but these things always get muddied up.One afternoon we met at the park near our homes walking together up the path into the woods. I was excited. ”“Uh, this is going to take some getting used to,” he said.“Just roll with the punches, Nick,” Jessica said. “That’s what I’ve done and it’s worked out pretty well.”“You’re telling me that you would have no trouble being naked in front of me?” he asked.Kara looked at me and smirked. I shrugged and she stood up, removed her towel, folded it and sat down on it. Nick’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. I just shook my head at Kara’s complete liberation.“Relax, Nick,” I said. “Pete’s been in here.