Audrey headed straight for a clothing. “We need to get you some new clothes” she said, looking Sandra up and down. She began to *********** things...of the racks. “Oh yes, Tyson will love you in this” she said, picking a dog mask and laughing “he will think you are real bitch”. Sandra didn’t get a say on what Audrey picked out. As well as the mask, an obvious choice, there were a couple of sexy lingerie pieces and a sheer dress. “Oh you will lovely in this” Margaret said. “Oh those are not for me. .. doncha, Dawnie?" The loud-mouthed redneck turned and looked behind Rick to where Dawn was cowering in Barbara's arms.Rick put his hand on the redneck's throat and muttered savagely through his glistening, bared teeth, "¡Tú dices una palabra más a mi esposa y yo matar ... gringo rojo!" threatening to kill the bastard if he said anything else to his wife.The redneck knocked Rick's hand away and yelled angrily, "Speak English, ya goddamn wetback! Yer in America now! An' if you lay yer hand on. I yanked them off, grabbed my brush and plunged it in my little pussy. I imagined my dad’s huge cock sliding in and out of me until I started having the best orgasm of life. I was cumming so hard that I didn’t hear the knock on the door. Suddenly there was my dad standing in the doorway frozen in shock staring between my legs. He mumbled something about being sorry then took one last look between my legs and backed out the door. That’s when I realized what he must have seen when he opened the. Even the ones I didn't dress up for, just posed in various positions for, got a lot attention, men showing me how hard I made them with dick pics, what they'd do to me, requests for more. It flattered my ego in the end, as someone who wasn't on the receiving end of much positive attention. At the same time, it also helped give me the actual willpower to stick to hitting the gym as regularly as I was. It was one of the first unexpected mundane annoyances: if I wanted to be a sissy faggot, I was.