I feel like it is dishonest for you not to know these things about me, before you get too far in to get out."My father sent me away soon after my gran...father was killed. He gave very clear instructions that I was to be educated, protected, and kept innocent. The castle didn't even have a TV. That was how strictly my father's orders were followed."Somehow Ivan, one of my father's drivers, found out how my father intended to use me and decided to get a head start on the fun. He snuck into my room. How I was going to do that that I did not know, but I was sure thatMichelle did, and planned on asking her on Saturday morning when Isaw her. Mom had not said much about me dressing as a girl except totell me how to wear something once in a while, and I was certain thatshe was angry with me. She had told me she wasn't in favor of mydoing this, so I decided to ask her.I found her in the familyroom. "Mom?" I asked. "Are you mad at me?" No dear," she said as she put down her embroidery, "come sit. Go on, fuck her hard. I can feel you thrusting through her body. She's such a slut isn't she? Tell her, Sir. She loves it. Go on, tell her."Carried up in the lust of the moment, I complied. "Yes, she is. She's a dirty little whore. Oh, damn, yes. She's so tight and hot and wet. She's so naughty!" I began.Obviously this was too much for them as they both climaxed almost immediately within seconds of each other.Christine staggered off the desk and into Chloe's arms on wobbly legs but I kept. Oh my god, his balls.Look at his balls, sissy. Look at them, you faggot. So heavy and full of come. Not like your sissy ovaries. That's right, sissy. You don't have balls. Real men have balls. Balls swollen with thick delicious life-giving semen. Semen you crave so much. Semen you need in your tummy. In your ass. Oh my god, that gets you so horny, faggot. You're sucking his dick so fast now. You taste pre-come leaking from his cock. It's so sweet, so yummy. You savor the taste as you greedily.