But who was I; a social outcast, a female trucker with no friends, just acquaintances. I was a woman in a man's body, doing a predominantly man's job,... and I was doing it by choice. When I had first started out with my father, I had dreams of meeting a strong dominant man, who would sweep me off my feet; someone to be in charge. After five years on my own, making my own choices, living my life the way I wanted to, that man was no longer the man of my dreams. Now I dreamed of meeting someone who. Andrew explained that he had been a carer for about seven years, and all his patients were blind. I liked him, his frequent visits were something that I looked forward too. He gave me lots of advice about making things easier for me. One of those things was not bothering getting dressed, and then at bedtime getting undressed, but to just wear my dressing gown. Made a lot of sense.My new-found freedom gave me the opportunity to explore things that I had never done, but I had a serious mental. Even if Wes had been given a choice, both options seemed too awful to choose.“What do you think, Jen?” Kris asked.Jennifer thought for a moment.“Well, you’ve got shears. Why not both?”“NO!” Wes screamed. “NOT both! Please Mom, that’s going to hurt like hell!”“Good. Maybe you’ll finally get it through your brain that your penis is not a toy. So where shall I cut it! Topside or underside?”“I-” Wes stammered. “Top side!”Kris arched an eyebrow. “Really? You want a cut across the topside?”“No!” Wes. When she returned we all did a round of tequila shots. The mood among us was definitely light and the sight of Gwen was arousing everyone around the table. Gwen had noticed that the guys were all checking her body out. She liked it and began lightly flirting with everyone. The tequila had lowered her inhibitions to a point that I was beginning to believe I would get to watch my friends gangbang her before the night was over. My cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. I needed.