" But I was praying for relief fromthe masculine stereotyping and abuse that tormented me, not for adifferent body. Not back then. It wasn't so muc... not being a boyas not having to live as a boy. That would change later on, as I'llrelate, but that's how it was then.Nevertheless, I think it's significant that that was the kind ofsolution I asked God to provide.Okay; now I've got that straightened out, I'll get back to my story.In answer to Mom's question I said, Yes, I had thought of it. Making sure her panties were covered was going to be the best she could do.When we were getting ready to calling it a night, we closed up the house and headed for our bedroom. Passing the Helen’s room, the guest room, Tim stopped, thought for a moment and rapped on her door. This caused Mom and me to stop just past her door. No answer so he rapped again and asked if he could speak with her. She came to the door and opened it but staying inside she didn’t see us. Tim later said she had removed. As he raised my head with gentle pressure, I let go of his pants and moved up to all fours, following his desire for me. Backwards he bent my neck, arching my back and bringing my eyes to his. I must have looked a sight."Everything about you is wonderful. Know I love you."My mouth opened but nothing came out. I'm sure my heart stopped. As I gazed into his eyes, trying to find a hint of doubt and finding none, I finally found my voice. "Thank you, Master," I whispered. His fingers slid from my. Thankful that at least she was kept hidden completely till she was more than 10. That they paid her little or no attention at all till she had had her periods a few times and her mother started to make her hostess. Dressing her like a slut and making her fetch drinks and snacks as they sat around watching porn and getting high. Rachael started to tear with compassion while her body became more aroused. Her Cunt relaxing. Allowing Sarah access to slip the second finger in. She listened to the.