He kept telling me, “You’re a naughty girl! What would your husband say? Repeat after me, ‘I’m a naughty girl!’”Feeling silly I refused an... was about to tell him to stop when he wrenched my skirt up revealing my pink cotton knickers. I shouted “No!” and then I felt a really hard slap across my rump which now had a lot less protection, the sound seemed to echo around the kitchen. He held me down and delivered more smacks, first on one cheek then the other. My bottom began to throb and burn as. His lust. His balls boiling and needing release. He had a cocksucker on her knees and he was going to give her what she came for; what his boss demanded; what her mother insisted!If she wanted to be more of a “real” girl then she had to get fucked by a real man! Any consequence of their perverse mating was all on her! She knew before she came there that he was going to fuck her in the mouth! If she didn’t want it, then she should have stayed home. And, she certainly shouldn’t have dropped. Stripping naked, I tried all my new clothes on, looking in the mirrors with a big smile on my face. I liked everything that I saw.Then I made a list of all the other things that I wanted to buy then went online and got looking.I was still naked and busy online shopping when I heard daddy’s car crunching down the gravel drive. I slipped the dress on and ran downstairs.I must admit that I felt a little strange running downstairs to greet daddy just wearing that dress; strange, but. I calledJulie collect cause I didn't have any money on me, and I told her what Ihad done and if she could come get me. I was wrong about how she wouldreact. She thought I was some type of pervert for dressing up in women'sclothes. She did say she would come get me though. After what seemed like forever, Julie finally pulled up in her car. WhenI got in the car the questions started. She asked me if I was gay? If Iwanted to be a girl? If I liked boys? I told her this was the last timeI.