He worships me. he glorifies me. his life and his whole being is dependent on me. Without me, he is nothing. Without me, he is dirt. Without me, he is...powerless. Without me, he is lost. Without me, he is doomed. Without me, he cannot accomplish anything in his life. I raise him up and I throw him down. I can make him or break him. It is his job to Love, Serve, Adore, and Worship and Obey me in all respects, unconditionally. he has no right to question my authority. I can give life to a man, but. She had on a tiny white skirt with poofy little frills. Her legs and feet were bear as she glided across the room."I guess we should just get it over with, huh?" she said."I guess." What was wrong with me? I felt like a nervous teenager on a first date.Jenny walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. I still couldn't read her emotions. She didn't seem resentful, but she didn't look like she was looking forward to this either. Just business I guess.She got to her knees and unzipped my pants.. So, now it's all yours! Go upstairs and put it on, princess!" He said, laughing. I froze. What the fuck?!? What is happening? "No, dude! What the fuck? I don't wear shit like that! I'm not a faggot, mister! I only like girls!" I've always wanted to try on some girls clothes, but not here, not now with this asshole in the room.He had always teased me for looking like a girl. And now ... Fuck! I decided to try and make a run for it. I got up and ran towards the stairs, then I felt this sharp pain. Most of the festive season was spent in our house with my sister and their family striving around at these times we would play along and most of the times i have seen her boobs out off her chudi while she bends down for picking some thing or for booming the house and i felt my dick going in 90 degrees at those times but i dint guess any thing intentional from her side i praised my self for my luck.It was during the end of my days of that years school and i was in to my 12 grade t corresponding.