He quietly slipped the contract into a manila folder. He led property to his van and had her climb in the back. He fastened her wrist straps to the fl...oor. Just in case.Property was trained to obey and seek to please Jack-but now he took no chances. Property had made Jack dinner that night, but she was not allowed to eat. Discipline and learning to be patient for the Lord's fancy.Jack started driving. It was dark when he arrived at the old house. It was on an old dirt road in the next town. He. As we were eating, I turned and looked at Mom.“You and I need to have another conversation.”“About what?”“The way you are treating me.”“OH. Can it wait until your brother and sister are asleep?”“Yeah.”I went upstairs and turned the TV on and watched one of my guilty pleasures, WWF wrestling. Now I’m not one of those “Wrastling ain’t fake” people, it’s literally an action male soap opera. It was a boring episode, though one of my favorite weird wrestlers was on. How can you not like a guy called. "You fucking animal" she snarled, "Your pricks still fucking hard, you could have killed me" You fucking loved it" I snarled back, "Look at you, how many times did you come?" Not enough, you fucking pig, you're raping me" Yes" I agreed, "And I'll be raping you every fucking night from now on"I felt her anal muscles clenching with lust and she screamed as I thrust myself forward savagely,"People will see my back on the beach and they'll know that you did it, they'll look at your swollen ass hole. I certainly didn't look or feel like a 'George' any more, so I took advantage of the options available after the shift and changed my name from George Wilson to Vanessa Wilson. I decided to use a first name a bit similar to the nice person and new friend who's body I now possess to honor her prior residency in this body. I knew how lucky I had been. I was no longer male, but I also lost almost two decades and was now back in my mid thirties again. And I was healthy and fit thanks to.