It hurt, but I wanted him to keep going. Tears fell down my face as he continued to force his finger in, until he reached my hymen and could not go an... further. He pulled his finger out slowly and my muscles relaxed. He started playing with my clit again. “Did you like that baby? Did you like my finger inside your tight, wet cunt?” he growled into my ear. “It hurt Sir,” I groaned, “But I loved your finger inside me, I loved it!" “I can make it not hurt the next time, baby, I can take all the. "Left!" I thought before running at him.The bullet went through Daddy Horse's car window. The minds around me ran away faster! I grabbed Daddy Horse's gun hand. I put my other hand on his throat, pushing him into the alley."Give it to me!"I let go of his gun hand. He turned the gun around and handed it over. I gripped it and punched Daddy Horse in the gut with the business end of the barrel. He curled around the pain!"Take it!"Adriana stepped close to me. I gave her gun and focused on Daddy. "Well I want my toes painted all red and girlie to look better for myman. I want my belly button piercing to look more sissified, and I wantmy eyebrows shaped to look more feminine for my man"I went quiet, hating the next bit."Anything else sweety," said Alan."I'd like you to tattoo 'sissy slut' above my sissy clitty to remind meand everyone else just what I am."The room erupted in laughter as I was led into the back room and Iimmediately relaxed, away from laughing eyes.It was short lived, as. Dad was a shrewd fellow and early on he devised a scale for our allowances, based on our grades and participation in school activities. The higher our grades and the more things we did at school, the more we got in allowances.He and Mom weren't keen on us having part-time jobs while we were in high school -- as long as we stayed busy and productive while we were there.As a result, I played all the sports I could at my high school. I wasn't a star or anything, but I wasn't a lump on the bench,.