I have questions that have to be answered. I jump when my phone rings. It takes me a couple of rings to catch my breath. "Hello?" "Kim, its Amber! Did...you hear about Teddy Westwood?" "Yes I did. Amber, the woman that they are talking about is Shelly. Do not tell a soul!" I hear Amber take a deep breath. "No Shit! Is she okay?" "Yes she is. Amber?" I wait for her to answer. "Yes Kim?" "How do I go on now, I enjoy being tied, but I don't know if I can do it anymore after this." "It is totally. Peter would have liked to argue, but she didn?t have a leg tostand on. It was so humiliating to put on panties and struggleinto a bra. Meanwhile, April took only twenty minutes to shaveand dress. It wasn?t fair. Peter ruined two pair of panty hosebefore getting some on. Finally she was dressed and April helped with the make-up. Soon Peter was staring into the mirror at a very beautiful young woman, and felt a rush of pride and satisfaction. But then she frowned. 'I need to do somethingabout my. She was trying to get me to cum. Sweat poured off me, but I said nothing. I was nearly in convulsions as she slid a hand between her legs and opened her crotch zipper. In final, desperate hope of having her, I waited for her to open my pants. She leaned into me again and smiled. ‘You don’t have enough money on you for me to let you put that huge, thick cock inside me, boy….’ I felt the hope dying and the rage of disappointment swelling to match my cock. She grinned maniacally. A second later. I heard a knock on the door and opened it to see my father, who greeted mewith a kiss on my forehead. "Hi Princess.", he said. Something feltslightly wrong when he kissed me and I put my hand up to wipe the kiss,but stopped halfway as I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Over the nextfew hours he and my mother helped me regain as much as I could of mymissing memories. My mother also taught me how to put on and take offmake-up, along with the basics of female hygiene so I didn't get aninfection..