I had fucked her once before but frankly the massive fake tits didn't do it for me. But when I thought about it, it occurred to me that her whole life... her whole being, was about pleasuring men, how submissive is that? I called up and asked her did she want to come over and get fucked. I said “I’m the daddy and you’re my sissy”It felt good, after all I was probably making her year. The only problem is a took her five hours to get me. The dumb bitch went to the beautician, the hairdresser to get. And I was not to wear any boy things everagain. Instead I was to be a woman 24/7. From that day on, it was to beskirts, dresses, panties, bras, and so on only. If I did wear jeans,they were to me women's jeans. I was also to allow my hair to grow outeven more than I already had.I decided that when I go to meet Doctor Farmer for the first time, I wasgoing to wear a skirt and flats. I had been told I should wear somethingeasy to get off and on since he would be examining me from head to toe.By. He looked down at his body, nervously smoothing the soft fabric overhis belly. His hand brushed against his penis and he frowned again.On impulse, he reached down and tucked his member back between hislegs. He tugged at the suit, making small adjustments here and there,then gently ran his fingers between his legs, examining hishandiwork. With the tight fabric of the leotard holding everythingfirmly in place, his crotch now looked smooth and flat.Chris exhaled. A familiar calm came over him, and. He grabbed something from his bag and told me to lay at the end of the bed and to grab a pillow. He laid me across his lap and lifted the cheap piece of lingerie he had me wear and slapped my ass really hard a few times. It hurt but the things he kept saying to me made me aroused and I was not feeling the pain form his slaps. “You like cheating don't you? You need a big cock don’t you, slut?” I was so wet. He said, “This isn't my first rodeo.” He continued to call me names and say, “Tight.