Just how much practice have you had walking in my heels?Well? Are you going to lie to me that you never spent any time beforetoday wearing my heels?Ca...se if you have been wearing my heels, you certainly have been wearingmy clothes. Haven't you?!"Or should I say your clothes?" Mine?" Yes! Yours now, little tranny boy! The bra, panty and pantyhose nowbelong to you. I'm certainly not going to wear them after you did. Knowing you like towear my clothes!"What could I say when she was confronting me. Wanting him just to break his stony expression with a smile, something. God, am I crazy? I thought to myself, still carefully keeping each step to the yellow line, but glancing back up to him at each opportunity.I had never thought of boys that way. For sure I was a sucker for a boy in uniform, but a boy in a nice schoolgirl uniform, a nurse uniform, a cheerleader or maid was what did it for me. Pretty make-up and pouting lips, maybe a hint that the creature beneath the outfit was not 100%. I called my mother up next door and told her to hurry over, now that Grace was my sexslave and if she wanted some of that ass, she better get over. Her and Grace had been bitter enemies since the marriage and she would really enjoy abusing my husband’s mother as well.Paul finally led Grace back in the house as I made them stand in the center of the room and inspected her striped ass while she stood there shaking. I complemented Paul on the marks on her asshole and butt cheeks and slapped them a. Her face has already started bruising, her nose is smashed and bleeding, and she's missing a couple of teeth. Her sobs are only interrupted by heaves and coughing noises as she chokes on saliva and blood. I reposition myself lower on her body so I can see her tits. I grab what I can of each of those itty bitty titties and twist as hard as I can. Her face grimaces at the pain and her mouth starts moaning a non-human noise. I get up and go the dresser where I keep a lot of the tools of my work. I.