But now I tell you this, I was notalways a princess. I was once a boy. This is my story on how I became theroyal Sissy.I was born in the poor part of ...he capital. At an age where most childrenhad the latest play station and computer, my family was poor. I had nofather and my mother worked so hard to make sure that we had enough toeat. Social Services were never happy, as they thought because we had oldclothes or didn't have time to get our hair cut. But anyone who says mymother didn't love us. She then moved over to Angie and kissed her on the lips, slipping her tongue inside her mouth. Angie enjoyed the sweet taste of his cum and her juices that had been sucked off his cock. Rachel’s hand pushed Angie’s legs apart and her fingers pushed into her pussy. “It is my turn to enjoy you now” said Rachel. Her mouth sucked on Angie’s nipples, making them erect and very hard, gently biting them as they grew in her mouth. Her fingers’ working their way deep into Angie’s wet pussy. Rachel took. What she did wear was understated and muted. Transparent, colourless lipstick and eye shadow that hardly registered. Her shoes were the sensible pump type, flat heeled and characterless.Her private life was something of a mystery. None of the girls in the office knew if she was married, had a boy friend, or, as mostly was supposed, a girlfriend, tucked away and dominated by this dragon into sexual submission. The popular fantasy involved rubber and whips with lashings of baby oil and possibly a. “I didn’t have to say anything. She just knows. She’s my mom.”Lauren patted his leg and sat back, drawing his attention to her gorgeous body again. “And she’s like my second mother. I need to explain what happened so she doesn’t keep thinking I’m gonna hurt you.”“I’m more worried about your dad hurting me,” Josh huffed and tore his eyes away from her to eat his last bite of peach.“Yeah,” Lauren said slowly. “He could be a problem.”“Because you’re daddy’s little girl,” Josh teased. “So how do I.