I wear women's clothes because Iam weak. Because I am inferior to real men and don't deserve maleclothes. I wear panties and dresses and high heels an... makeup because Iam a sissy. Sir." Stop dancing, queer. Raise that dress. Show daddy those panties. Whatis the wet spot in the front of your cute little pink panties, sissy?You must like dressing in women's clothes in front of a man and beingbossed around?"Yes sir" Good girl. Turn around. Let's see that pansy ass in panties. Fuckingfaggot. Lower. Touch me everywhere. Never stop.Chapter 4Holding you securely in my left arm I caress your breasts with my right hand before sliding it down, down across your stomach, and slide it across the sliver of soaked fabric between your legs. I press slightly, tormenting your clitoris, before tracing my right index finger up your body, your neck, to the edge of your mouth. I touch it to your parted lips and trace around them, forcing your mouth to open slightly more, then slide my finger partially in,. However, she looks at that 'tiny' ring you denigrated and smiles. She knows that Tom struggled to get it for her and still pay for his college. Its value is not external but internal between them."I stopped for a moment but then went on. "She and Irene were both hiding their engagements from you. It wasn't because they weren't proud of their men but knew they would be shamed by the reaction you would give them. They, of course, were right. You not only shamed them but sent them away from. Trina raised her bottom off the bed just enough to let me find her clit with my tongue. She let out a long, deep moan. I continued poking my tongue down her freshly shaved pussy. It was completely bare and smooth and I loved the feeling of my tongue roaming around her cunt lips, darting in and out of her wet hole and back to her clit. I slowly flicked my tongue across her clit, up and down, up and down. It was so juicy down there and I was in heaven. Madison was laying on her back next to us.