Roger released her hand and opened the top drawer of a dresser. He took out a pair of cotton panties with Friday embossed on them in pale pink and the...had pink lace trim around the waist and legs. He tossed them to her." You mean I have to wear girls clothes?" She asked." Well, you are a girl, are you not?" was the reply.She looked down at herself and shrugged. " Yeah, I guess so." She put them on. She looked at them and shuddered a little because they fit so perfectly. Like they were made for. . you get the point. Worse, my thoughts are not as lucid as they could be which is not surprising considering the circumstances. Perhaps I should start again more mundanely.I had just returned from visiting my daughter. I don't like visiting my daughter. I've nothing against her; in truth I'm very fond of her, and she does appreciate my visits. The problem isn't so much with my daughter as with her children. No, again, that isn't fair. They're nice children; reasonably well behaved and polite. She was made to stand up on the tiled floor underneath a large ring hanging from the ceiling. He promptly passed the leash through the ring and pulled on it until her high heels almost left the floor. Then he secured the leash in that position. She was held firmly into position has any attempt at a step in one direction or another would pulled on the collar and strangle her. Beside, the ankle spreader made any foot movement now almost impossible.He left the room to come back with a tripod and a. But it was going to be an angry fuck-almost a rape. He was going to get back at her and Jim for having cheated on him! Julie couldn't believe it!"Fuck him-oh, that's right, you've already done that," Byron gasped as he threw his mother onto the couch and stepped back."God!" Julie said out loud as she stared at the massive bulge that protruded from her son's legs. She should have been nervous or frightened. Julie had never seen Byron act this way. It was almost as if she were going to be fucked.