I can alsoremember stealing a pair of plastic panties from a clothesline in theneighborhood when I was about 8 or 9, and my total frustration when Ico...ldn't get them even close to all the way up. Yep, I was a sissy,alright.By the time I was 15, I had tried on all of my older sister's clothes,but really didn't like her style. She was 18, going to a good college,but luckily able to live at home. Her clothes tended to be trendy andlittle bit slutty, which worked perfectly on her. Linda lived. I started with the kitchen.Ivan and Juan were arguing in English, Spanish and Russian which made the fight impossible to follow, but gave me a good idea about how pissed they both were."BOYS!" I shouted over both of them. "Kill it!" They both looked at me, but they both shut up. "Now, in English only, what the fuck happened. You." I pointed at Ivan."We need a programmer for the resume software. Sean's done programming for us before." Ivan shrugged. "Yann was gone for the day."I nodded. Made. Rebekah moaned and whimpered her delight as he feasted on her sweet sex. She gasped and grabbed at the blanket, holding it tight in her fists until her knuckles turned white. Her splayed thighs quivered and shook as electric impulses raced up and down them from her brain. Rebekah shook her blonde head back and forth trying to clear her lust-clouded mind, but it was of little use. "Ohhh fuck, Tommy. I'm cuumminngg!!" Rebekah cried out suddenly as she poured her sweet juices out in a gushing. 'I do as he says, my chest down on the bed, my feet still on the floor. I wait nervously for him to come into the room. Finally, he comes in shutting the door after him.'There is only one way to train fag bitches that makes them understand how it's going to be,' he says moving behind me.Suddenly, his hand slaps one of my ass cheeks hard. Surprised I cry out a little. Then he starts spanking me, his hand working both cheeks. I try not to move but it does hurt quite a bit especially when he hits.