It was her mother, perfectly timed as usual, with her free hand Ann put the kettle to boil while assuring the old bat that we were both in the pink of...health, if anything I was more in the pink than her...This with a wry smile in my direction, as she began to make the tea, gripping the phone twix her head and shoulder, as I began to gently stroke her backside, she began to struggle to keep her voice even, as she answered her beloved mothers questions, my hand straying between her legs. I. Being small had advantages as many men thought they could abuse her without realising it was her who was in control. When she agreed to marry it had nothing to do with love or even the sex, which in reality was very disappointing, his 4 inch cock barely passed the lips of her cunt and he was unable to wait more than 5 minutes before offloading onto rather than into her.Once married it was easy to move to England and whilst on the boat, mid Atlantic, she had made it clear to hubby she was a girl. I wanted to jack. I went to the toilet jacked and came. Jenni was sleeping but I wanted to be next to her. I sat near the window where she was sleeping. I looked at Jenni she was sleeping upside down with her ass facing up.She had changed her jeans and worn tights I could see her underwear too I slowly touched her ass,they were smooth I squessed it slowly,then I kissed it and came up to sleep. As I was about to sleep I felt something near my feet and as I opened my eyes it was Jenni. I was. “I’m sorry, Mr Buckhouse. I had no idea how much that would hurt.” “Indeed, Miss Jones. Well, let me tell you that I wasn’t surprised by how much that hurt you. You really are a stupid girl. Smashing my window, smoking dope and now disobeying me! Surely you know about the cane’s reputation?” “Well yes, but I thought it was all a bit of an exaggeration! Shows how wrong you can be, I suppose!” “Yes. However, it doesn’t alter anything, Miss Jones. I said it was knickers off if you stood up or.