Usually Finn's hair was too long to see it, but with his buzz cut, she could just make out the jagged scar clearly through his blond hair. Finn shifte..., dragging Bree’s eyes from his smooth skin. "Yea, well, I've heard about your talents, Finn," she said tossing her hair over her shoulder. She didn't want to tell him exactly how much she heard, but she'd heard enough. "I hear I'm actually quite good. Well," he added with a shrug. "At least that is what’s written on the bathroom stalls in the. I mean he totally smiled as he left. Like he was thanking me. Talk about a case of the tingle.Another time there was a guy at the library downtown. I never expected anything there but then I saw this guy sitting alone at a round table back in sort of a corner. I thought hmmm. I’m in a cute little skirt. There’s a table a little ways in front of him and he looked like a friendly older guy who might like a little fun.He glanced at me while I was thinking about it and I got nervous. He seemed to. You love being his slave. Some people were just meant to be owned and dominated. That is you, sissy. That is who you are. You are so lucky to have met this man. Your daddy. Your master. You are so lucky he chose you to be his bitch. You love your daddy so much. You love every part of him, especially his cock. You love to suck and worship his cock. You love to get fucked by his cock. By him. You love getting fucked by your daddy. By your master. Your master owns your sissy ass and he loves to. I do have a man, Jacques, in Paris who wants to marry me and move me and all my belongings into his estate just outside of the city. At present, he keeps me in a townhouse. I want to wait a while before we marry, as he will want babies and I want to play first."I was driving and it was difficult to look at her but look I did. I already knew she was taller than me, about five six to my five even. I had a figure. She seemed painfully thin, almost boyish. Her hair was a violent red. She wore too.