Youll go to jail! She hissed through her teeth, the fight still in her eyes. I doubt that, bitch. Whos going to call the cops? I asked, leering at her.... Seeing that she was struggling for an answer, I leaned close to her ear and whispered into it: You are going to die tonight. Her face paled, and the thrashing got more violent. She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free, out of my strong arms. I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. Shes just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120. " You are kidding!" A promise is a promise David. What would happen if I didn't keep mypromises? What would you say? Aren't you a man of your word? Is yourmasculinity threatened by a few items of clothing? How much of a man areyou? A real man would have no problem dressing as a woman!"Then David said "Ok! Enough already!" and reached for the panties. Henoticed how smooth they felt at about the same time as he noticed he nolonger had any body hair. He knew he should not feel like this. Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms talking about our men. I told her about the two new things Mike and I had done. ‘It was lovely Jo, sitting on him like that. He could reach my boobs and my pussy, especially my clit. Then the anal sex. It was like he did that terrible Sunday. Face down, flat on the bed with my legs closed. He felt so big that way and the sensations were so different. You’ll have to try it,’ I ended jokingly. She seemed sad again but perked up as I asked her about Guy.. .. Beep ... Beep...Death hated me. I know that Death hated me, because that beeping machine followed me here.Wherever here was, was where that damned beeping thing turned up.But then again, if I was hearing that blasted beep, then I was no longer dead. Aliveness had replaced my dead-li-ness, and I knew that consciousness usually followed the sound of the beeping machine.So...I relaxed and concentrated on noises other than that torturous beeping machine... ... and heard all about how I.