I lay in bed but couldn’t get to sleep; all I could think about was my wife getting drunk and becoming a slut. I kept thinking about all those men ...who would give her a lot of attention, attention she loved. They would ask her to dance and she would accept, she would dance in close and let the men feel her up all over. Perhaps a man or two would be able to get my slut wife to go out to their cars where they would fuck her. She would be easy. It made me so hard thinking about my slut wife. "I threw on some socks and my Converse shoes and ran to the kitchen topull my mother to Cindy's."Hurry Mom, I want to see it." Slow down Mark, It will still be there when we get to their house."Mom fiddled around the kitchen doing nothing, as if she didn't want tosee the pictures. I wondered if that was the case, after the talk with myfather. Seeing her daughter in pictures would just cement what I wantedso badly to tell them, that I was a girl.Mom and I finally walked to Cindy's. Cindy was. I just held her and when she stopped crying, we kissed again.Three hours later I was discharged with a pair of crutches and an order that the bandage had to be changed every other day.Elke and I sat on a bench overlooking the parade grounds. I saw that we were loosely surrounded by four guards, but didn't mention it to Elke. We held hands and for long periods of time nothing was said. At one point Elke whispered, "I owe you everything."I just squeezed her hand.After dinner that night with Elke. You stand in front of me with some wonderfull high-heeled Boots, a skirt slightly shorter then your knees and because you know how much I enjoy it you wore a tanktop without a bra underneath it, allowing your soft breasts to move underneath it visible while every move and even allowing your nipples to peek through the fabric when you're aroused. The necklace with the key to the collar and my chastity belt around your neck showed anyone I'm completely your property and you have full control. And.