Despu?s de que pasaba el trance del autoerotismo sent?a culpa yremordimiento.- Esto no est? bien , soy un hombre y no deber?a de hacer esto...y muchom...enos disfrutarlo-Pero al verse en el espejo solo ve?a a una mujer y con la pr?tesis devagina que le hab?an pegado ya ni siquiera pod?a ver sus partesmasculinasPero al verse en el espejo solo ve?a a una mujer y con la pr?tesis devagina que le hab?an pegado ya ni siquiera pod?a ver sus partesmasculinas.Ahora todo en el era femenino, su voz , su piel. "Make sure you wait up for me."*I poured a drink and turned on the TV, checking for something to watch, as I waited for her to come home. As the time went by my mind kept wandering back to the feel of her firm hip and waist, the way she pressed into me, and the wonderful cleavage she had shown. My cock stiffened and pressed into my pants. I refocused on the movie and the swelling slowly went down.I went for another drink and decided to change out of my suit and into something more comfortable.. ” Apparently my calm demeanor, masking my inner turmoil, allowed her to regain most of her composure within a short time. “I’m so sorry, I love you so much,” she started out. “And I love you too Claire, but you need to tell me who, where, when and why.” “Thursday afternoon Clayton Morris asked if I could do an important special job for him but that it would probably take until 7:30 or 8:00. I said okay, since you were out of town.” Classic Claire naiveté, telling a pussy-sniffing asshole. With no other options, I head into my bathroom,pick out my smallest butt plug and slide it into place. The flared endshouldn't show too much of an outline on the seat of my leotard unlessyou look really closely, and it's small enough that it won't interferewith the routine too much. And if it does, well, everyone's beendrinking so hopefully they're not expecting much.I squeeze my body back into my already-sweaty leotard- not the mostpleasant experience of the night- and pull my skirt back on,.