" Are you sure, sissy? Do you really want me to hurt you?" Oh, yes Sir," I forced myself to tell him. "Otherwise it won't beeffecitve." I suppose yo...'re right." He slid his chair out from the table. "Comehere, lower those panties, and get over my lap.'"Y... y... yes, S... Sir." I was stammering again, another sign ofweakness. But as a sissy, I was ALWAYS weak, though moreso in thepresence of raw masculinity, which he possessed in excess.I tugged down the panties in back, feeling dried cum. At least he could have done was taken me in the sleeper cab and fucked me. I got out limp and frustrated and drove to the parking area. This was a truck stop I only was out a few times so I though I would make the best of it and hopefully meet some new truckers. Watching the trucks pull in and the guys going into the store I waited for a half hour till the rain let up a little. as the tucks filled the parking lot I opened the car door swung my leg out rising my dress showing a little leg. Even though Kelly feels like she is being split open, even though my huge cock is stretching her asshole to its limits, and even though this is the most demeaning thing that has ever been done to her – her body is somehow receiving incredible pleasure from her ordeal. I sensed this, and – being the asshole I am – I took advantage of this fact. " Turn your face so I can you see you, slut!" I ordered. As my cock invaded her asshole, I wanted to see her facial expressions. She did as she was told,. Never raising her voice sheasked me if I intended to stay home all summer. When I said no, shegrinned and told me that no girl my age would do that either, and inorder to fit in, I might as well go to the party, and reminded me thatI already had a swimsuit. I reminded her that while I looked okay in askirt or dress, wearing a swimsuit cut for a girl would be a problem."We'll see," she said, and left me sitting there, sketch book in hand.But I had lost my train of thought on the dresses. My hand.