"And you can help me with that?" she asked."I need to," came his reply.She felt an urge, a sudden need, a pulsating feeling, from somewhere down below.... He left through the glass doors out onto the veranda then down the marble stairs. She said her thanks, exchanged pleasantries, before waving courteously. A kiss on both cheeks at the door."Goodbye again," she said, smiling.In the car park the gravel made way for her high heels somewhat ungenerously. Her dalliance waited in the dark beside her. William's fantasies were alittle different. William's fantasies involved giving up, giving over,allowing someone else to take control. And not just control of decisions,but control of himself, leaving himself to simply be.In William's fantasies this control was given up to a creator: A man thathad chosen William's new feminine form for him. A man who had taken awayall of William's power and responsibility. Who had stripped William ofhis need to succeed and his desire to always do the right. .I don’t think so lady. There seems to be no guile whatsoever in the girl. Nor do I think that she’s the unwitting instrument of some move on Katie’s part. It’s only a conjecture I know but I believe that she might be an offering.”“I had much the same thought but I was concerned that it might be wishful thinking on my part and that Katie was exploiting a weakness.”“It would be a dangerous ploy to utilise with her own daughter.”“If she is her daughter.”“Do you doubt it?” “It’s not the first time. As his rod thickens and lengthens down my throat I have to fight my gag reflex.He holds me there as his meat fills my throat, cutting off my air. My throat convulses around the thick shaft lodged in it as I wait to be let up. I struggle not to gag and wretch, doing my best to swallow him down. Squirming against his grip I know that if I bite the consequences will be disastrous for me.Finally, he allows me to pull back. I gasp in ragged breaths as I cough up bile. My rest is short-lived as he.