..Shit....What I..."John pushed her legs further apart. He used two fingers and inserted them into her sloppy, wet pussy."No. Nothing's going on. I'm ...fine....Fuck, I'm fine...I'm...I'm really....Oh Fuck..."John, without hesitation, added two more fingers into her and began to fuck her with his hand."I don't know. I...don't know what..."She dropped the phone. "Oh my God....Oh my....Ohhhhhhh"John stopped suddenly. He reached down and picked up the phone. He placed back to her ear. "John...I mean,. Sadie sighed and set her book aside again. She stood and strolled to her favorite submissive slut. He who'd been with her the longest. She stretched out her hands and surrounded him, pulling his hooded face close to her bosom. She massaged his back and sides gently, her hands caressing his latex form. Sadie spoke directly into his left ear.“Tristan... You will endure this for me. You want your last time to be meaningful, don't you? When I have use for you? To be my champion, one last time?”He. There was a "wumph" sound and his male life disappeared before his eyes.Since then she had shopped for him, both at stores and on the internet, and filled his bureaus and closets with skirts, blouses, dresses, bras, panties, hose, and wigs. The wigs were no longer used, as his hair was now long and properly feminized.And now the corsets had arrived. She had pledged to him that he was to go on a strict waist training regimen, twenty-three hours a day, seven days a week, all year. When she came. That suited me just fine.Secondly, Danielle was a morning person. She woke up wanting to snuggle and kiss; she liked making love then too.It was July, winter south of the equator, and our day would be cooler than normal; probably in the low 70’s, sunny and with a nice ocean breeze. My daughters and I ruefully compared our first “hideout” in rural Mexico with our current abode. They couldn’t have been less alike.Danielle was laying with her back to me, stretched out on her left side. After.