She returned to the city of her childhood to run a free medical clinic.I grew up basking in her strength and joy of the moment, but time wore the suga...r coating to the bitter pill. My mother was dying. I thought her painful bouts at the toilet had something to do with her period. The doctor at the clinic couldn't find a cause, but she begged her to join the class-action suit against the military. Having read about 'syndrome' cases, the doctor incontrovertibly decided mom was another victim of. African-Americans did itfor years, adopting the ways of white bosses. Now you get to adopt theways of women. Isn't that just so fun?"Her answer was mortifying. The question didn't bother her at all.Samantha had answered it straight, as if that were indeed what she hadin mind. "I don't understand," I said, returning to my normal maledemeanor, trying to stay calm. "I was joking about being turned into agirl. You're not, are you?" The last sentence had somehow squeaked outa bit hysterical,. It was almost as if it was intentionally defying her and I continued to flail around like a tuna hauled up out of the ocean.“That does it,” she shouted.The cavalcade of slaps ended, but not for long. She only paused to make things worse. A quick snap, and zip and she was yanking my jeans around my knees. Now I was even more afraid and embarrassed and practically bare-assed. My underwear was just a thin layer of white cotton that shielded my now scarlet buns from her punishing hand.I was. ...I don't understand, this is something you're hiding from your husband as well??" Well you don't really tell your husband when you're having an affair with a man in his 20s, now do you?"It dawned on me what she was asking for and I just look at her wide eyed"It's been awhile since I've gotten a really good satisfaction and I feel like you're just the young guy I need to give it to me. And maybe I can satisfy you." She slowly undid her robe to reveal a very sexy piece of lingerie and my dick.