They were both dressed to kill, short, low cut dresses, stockings, and heels. i was filthy, covered in grinding dust, and smelled of stale welding sm...oke, and it would take a couple hours for me to get back home, and cleaned up, so i sent them on their way. i came home late that night, trying to be quiet, as i figured they were both passed out by now. i heard a soft moaning as i closed the door, i flipped on the light, and saw my wife on the couch, dress around her waist, and carol's face. For the first time in my life, my mind didnt need to wanderor create wishes or fantasy while having sex. No my helplessbondage was just perfect. So had Phillip Klemans inpeckabletiming. Yes the yearly Tribal Rutial of Manhood neededthe special talents of a gifted experienced faggot. Itwas a match made in absolute heaven for both sides. Me gettingall the cock I could ever hope or wish for while that uniquetribe had five days use out of a WHITE BASKET LOVING SLAVE.Day three would have the tribes. ?Look at me slut.?I raised my eyes tohis as I sucked his hardness to my best ability. He reached down and pinched mynipples. Still looking at my eyes, he pulled and twisted them hard until Iwinced with the pain.He pulled out of mymouth.?Stand and turnaround.?Master undid thelocks and removed the belt and my bra. My body sprang to life as the tightnesswas released around my waist and chest.Master grabbed my hairand bent me over, my head pressed hard onto the bed.His fingersexplored my pussy,. " Yes. And what were you wearing?" I had on a man's golf shirt, and blue jeans." Why were you wearing men's clothes?" I was... I was... I was a man! Ew! I was a man?" Yes, until a few days ago, you were a man." No! I'm a girl. You told me 'be a girl', and I was confused, because I *am* a girl." Yes, you are a girl. But until a few days ago, you were male." That can't be. It's not true!" I said, almost in tears.My emotions were rocked by such a strong accusation, and with my hormones raging.