I would complain about what a bother it was, but my erection kind ofargued the point.Did certain boys feel this delight when they slid their sister's ...ress,or their mom's, over their bodies. Was it worth the risk, the thrill, ofgetting caught? Was it worth the electricity of pretending they werefemale for a few stolen moments?Standing there, I felt sympathy for my sisters. I never had those risks.Until now, when I feared the door opening, every time. These were mygirly days, my days of danger.. .I think it would've been fun to help!"When I said 'would've', his eyes dimmed, but they opened right back up when I said, "I'll help you come, right now, but first, get busy and put on all your pretty things; ALL of them! I want you to use an especially large amount of your breastform glue. I don't want them to come off until I say so! And this time, use some of my makeup. If you want to look like a woman, REALLY look like one!"I left the room, and went to the kitchen. When I came back about. By the time he left, Mandy and Traci were busy talking colors and patterns. Trusting them to not go too far, he left them alone and got on his bike for the short trip to the gym where they held the classes.On the way, he tried to work out why he was so nervous about the bedroom. It wasn't just the idea that he had never been allowed in there, but more like he was having to accept that his parents were moving on with their lives, and in some ways, he was being left out again. By moving into. “YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH YOU, YOU ARE MY SLAVE I SHALL DO WHAT I SO CHOOSE. IF YOU WISH TO BE FUCKED THEN BEG ME, BEG ME LIKE THE LITTLE SAVAGE SLUT YOU ARE!” I commanded. “Oh Mistress please, please your little slut wants to be fucked, oh please fuck me please!” She screamed. I moved my face down to her sweet subtle breasts and gently licked the outside of nipple causing her to moan and arch her back. I while pinching her left nipple I began to gently suck on her sweet tits causing.