"Wait, you're not going anywhere just yet" But what if he comes down here, he'll kill me. Shew was visibly nervous at this point."Honey? You almost do...e?" Dad shouted from the top of the stairs."Tell him you'll be coming in a minute, you're almost done." I whispered into her ear while starting to gyrate into her."I'm coming honey, almost done here. Can you get the stew started for me?" She said trembling."Yeah I can do that." Then Dad walked into the kitchen and we heard pots and dishes moving. "I can see that," she said. "You're very pretty. Tell me:Are you gay? Do you have a special feller?"I shook my head. "I'm not gay," I said. "I've never been with a guy. Ijust like to wear a dress." Permanently? Do you want to have a sex change, Becky?"I shook my head again. I felt my tears well up.She walked around me, checking out my hose, my dress, my earrings. Shefound the little holes in my maid's dress over the zipper, holes thatwould be used to lock one into the dress. It wasn't locked --. Fir uske bole huye address par abhi ko leke phoncha to payal aa gai thi or usne ohh fuck uske kapade actually ye nashe ki vajah se mere andar ka havas jaag gya tha or us ek moment par muje uske sath sex karne ka mood ho gya tha par “Dost ki gf hai” ye soch kar chup ho gya.Fir usne uski friend ko call kiya to vo niche aayi or muje to usko dekh ke or bhi havas bad gai ab muje sex chaiye tha par mene kais bhi karke control kiya. Fir usne keys di or ham teeno gharpe gaye and mene meri beer ki botal. Boarding the jet we met Maurice's wife Vesta who had to be twenty or thirty years younger than him and who looked like a swimsuit model.As soon as we were airborne Maurice asked would we like anything to eat or drink or perhaps a little tour around the plane. While Mom, Dad and Sue stayed with Maurice talking and eating Vesta took me to the "entertainment" area at the rear of the plane. This part of the plane had a mini theatre set up as well as the latest audio and video games gear. I asked.