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"Yes, Jack, this is a therapeutic process I have to endure for an old sports injury." ,

forcedfeminization - I lied, my face pressed to the chair, my ass still sticking up like a sissy, slut. "It's very embarrassing, I hope this could just stay between the two of us. Tell you what, it must have been an inconvenience for you to come all the way over here. I'll pay you for today, and just come back next week." I was not deluding myself that he would believe me, but if I could get rid of him quickly I might have a chance to buy him off later. I would double the amount I usually paid him, and the two of us could have a heart to heart talk about it when I was dressed more appropriately. "Therapeutic process!" My wife cackled from behind me, sliding the door to the house behind her. " The only therapy this faggot needs is the kind that would convince him of his proper role in life. Jack, do you know what his proper role is, do you know what my pathetic little excuse for a husband really is?" "N . . no Mrs. Ross." Jack answered. "My husband is a little, sissy, faggot slut, and the only thing he likes better than sticking his girly ass in the air, is having it filled by a nice, big, hard cock. Isn't that right Alex?" She demanded of me. I said nothing. "Isn't that right!" She said, slapping my ass and taking another picture. "Yes." I replied, almost in a whisper. Jack was giggling nervously now. "Tell the nice young man what you are. Say it!" "I am a little, sissy, faggot, slut." I said, humiliated, but utterly aroused. "That's right you whore. Jack, see his little cock, see how hard he is getting? Bitch, what's your favorite thing to play with?" I knew what my answer was supposed to be and from my wife's tone, there was no way I could avoid saying it. ."