Abused by a child psychologist. He ... turned me into little more than atoy, and it lasted for two and half years." But what can I do? I ... am not re...ally in the vengeance businessanymore." It's not vengeance I need. I need a simple question answered before I dothe surgery. The question is did he ... program me to want to be a woman?I understand you have experts in the field of brainwashing, so I amreally hoping you can help me. Before I do something permanent." I'll see what I can do."Dorothy. "Maybe if we get a bit closer..." Something doesn't feel right," Antal muttered."You sure this is the right place?" his friend asked. "I never could figure out which place we'd meet or why." That was the whole point," Antal grumped. "Just the old man and I knew; we figured the fewer people who knew the better." Maybe he's just late," Gyorgy shrugged."Maybe," Antal grudgingly admitted. "But we're not going any closer until—" There," Gyorgy hissed. "I see it: the signal fire!" He pointed to the. But only to him. I can’t blame myself. There was more to it than that. So much more. But that’s the way it goes. He’s over and done with me and I sit here rotting. Waiting for the scar tissue around the hole in my mind (where all of the things I believed about him have been distorted, warped, changed and ripped out) to harden. Waiting for the scars across my torn fingerprints to close and fade into one of the many lines that say so much without speaking. He worked his way into my fingerprints.. She writhed beneath him, her lungs filling and releasing heavily. He had to still her movement with his forehead on her abdomen and one hand pressing her down at her chest between her large tits. His other hand brought fingers to the fore, coating them with her prodigious juices before two entered and rubbed along the top of her narrow, lively chamber, stroking the textured surface there, her g-spot. Rubbing and aggressive sucking and a tongue bouncing the tip of her clit like a speed bag.