It was only after my pregnancy was confirmed that my husband and I actually made love. Her birth settled us, and abruptly, almost overnight, we became... the perfect couple. My humiliations stopped and Martin became a gentleman, on and off the bed. For the next eighteen years, we were, as the statistics say, the ideal cross-section of American family life. Martin and I could never have any other children, but it seemed to us that Monica would be enough. Martin and I always slept with each. In about a half-hour, he one again began to come out of his coma. Againhe could see a hazy figure moving back and forth across the room. Butsomething was different this time. He blinked several times, and as hisvision cleared again, he saw himself, naked, moving in and out of thebathroom door. He moaned, but was shocked to hear that the voice comingout of his mouth was not the same as the one in his head. "What thefuck!" he cried out loud and was again shocked to hear a strangelyfamiliar,. He started to strip off all his clothes, putting them neatly on the sofa.Smiling now, watching him undress, Emily speaks, “Ok, we’ll repeat your test. Same rules apply, you still have five seconds, and as you already know, if you fail, it means another punishment session.”Looking up and down at the now naked boy, she gives him one last chance, “You still think you’re ready?”Tommy found himself swallowing hard, but then replied, “Yeah, I’m ready.”She steps forward, so that they were facing each. My low-cut cotton capris stopped barely above my pubic hair line, if I had any pubic hair, which I don't. In fact, I had, had them removed, forever, so down there, I was as smooth as a... well, you get the point. I squirmed, I turned, I made sure he saw my breast down my top. I made sure he saw me reach between my thighs and touch myself a couple of times. And now I knew I had him, I could actually, yes actually, see him sweating. So this was it, this was the moment of truth. Class was ending,.