You like being humiliated and dressed upand being my little sissy girl don?t you?" Yes Master." Escapes my mouth before I realize what I have said!"Ye... what slut?" He says as he squeezes my balls "Yes Master, I like being your sissy girl and dressed up for you." Isqueak out"That?s a good girl you are finally starting to realize that this iswhat you are and you were always meant to be. You were meant to be areal man?s little sissy whore and now you are mine. You better get useto the dresses. Perhaps after death the dead person has to go through a grieving process as well, before they can let go and move on.“Angela, take your time. Don’t rush things.”Angela nodded. “Will you give me your address; phone number? I think I’ll need you in the coming months.”“Of course. I’d be honoured.”On the eighth night, as they came to say goodnight once again outside Victor’s room, things changed. Over the days they had said goodnight at the same place – Victor’s door – and for some nights Angela. They were all sympathetic, and covered stuff I'd gone over with Anna. When all of the Democrats on the committee had finished, Mr. Witt asked me a few questions about the girls that had gotten raped before me. Then he turned the questioning over to Representative Foreman of North Dakota, an older man with large glasses."Ms. Black, you said you were drinking the night this gentleman allegedly raped you?" Yes sir, I had a beer and it tasted funny. I must have passed out because..." So how do we. My God, I must be some kind'a pervert, I thought as the pain I was experiencing caused my pussy to drip with my cum. The second ass fucking wouldn't be nearly as painful, nor as pleasurable, to me. After coming in me, he'd make me lie down on the bed or over his lap to be spanked. Every hard slap to my ass punctuated with an admonishment that I was a dirty, dirty girl to let someone fuck my ass. That I was a dirty, dirty girl to enjoy having my ass fucked. I'd begin by denying I was that.