I was pleased that the tour went better than expected; Maria seemed to understand every word I said and after each instruction would simply reply with... a shy smile and a “Si, Mister Juan.” My name is John, but the fact was that I loved the way she said it better.As I finished the tour, I grabbed a bag that my wife had left on the kitchen counter for Maria; she said she thought I would enjoy the traditional idea of the maid outfit on our new girl. The concept might not have been that great had I. And I also realized I didnt want that to happen.That given my choice, I'd rather become a girl, and then a woman.But I was too scared to do anything about it. Not that my mom would besome kind of monster, I'm sure she would come around to the idea, butI've looked up the stats. For every girl like Jazz Jennings, there aredozens, maybe hundreds who arent as lucky.It can get pretty bad out there for trans folks. And even though Canadais better than some places in the world, doesnt mean there is no. I DON’T KNOW….” Nyasia screamed. Her hands were balled up into fists and her arms tugged futilely at the leather restraints securing her chaffed wrists to the large beam of wood.The pain rocketing thru her ass was epic. Suddenly there was another loud crack of leather on skin and she howled in anguished pain. Her forcibly spread legs jittering in their metal restraints as she sobbed and begged for him to stop.Her Master’s deep male voice growled behind her bent over torso, “What hole slave?. After a few short minutes, she too, succumbed to my ministrations, pulling the last dregs of cum from my overworked balls. She suggested that I sit up and rest while she and Debby played some more, pulling out a couple of toys in the process. They tribbed, fingered, licked, and mauled each other with dildos until they were too tired to play any more. The next morning, I ordered Champagne and Eggs Benedict for three. The room service attendant broke out in a smile as Jane rolled over and pulled.