My clitoris and opening now feeling the cool breeze of the ceiling fan. Whats this? His fingers ran from my clit to my anus. Youre soaking wet! He lau...hed heartily, What a fucking whore you are! Did you like it that much? Should I punish you more? He was practically yelling at me as he laughed. Please, no. I cried quietly, my face red. I was already so embarrassed. I really am disgusting. He looked down and saw my favorite toy beside my pillow. He grabbed it up and turned it on the lower. Won't that be fun... for me?"Sounding suddenly feminine he told her, "Yes, Ma'am." The form ofaddress seemed inevitable. She liked it and told him to use it all thetime when he was dressed. Soon he was performing the unfamiliar butstrangely thrilling task, tasting her femaleness, feeling the pantiesand corset against his skin, hampered slightly by the tightness of thelatter. But that small inconvenience was forgotten in the wildexcitement of being treated the way he had always longed to be.. The other volunteers really got on my case the first time they saw mewearing my pink scrubs with "Matti" embroidered on them. Well, at leastAndy didn't kid me. When he came to pick me up at the shelter the firstday I wore the scrubs, and saw how upset I was he put his arm around meand told me that he thought that I looked "cute." Now "cute" isn'texactly how I wanted to be described but coming from Andy, it didn'tbother me as much.But, the shelter managed to add insult to injury when they told. He asked about my grades and whether I have a boyfriend or not and such things and also he told me I have become a beautiful girl with all the necessary things. I became shy and just thanked him. We sat in a corner bench in our garden and started talking about everything under the sky. He moved near to me and started hugging me. His hands were now on my b**bs. I dint resist him coz I was actually enjoying that and I don't know why I am doing so. After a while he started to press and squeeze my.