It was quite warm despite the mist. We climbed, looking like the oddest couple in Ireland. I looked like a native with my red hair, freckles, and gree... eyes. Bill was dark-skinned, exotic-looking. People had looked at us as if to say, “Look at that stranger defiling a good Irish girl.”It didn’t phase us. We were here to soak it all in. I wanted Bill to see where my family was from. I wanted to feel the magic of ancestry. At the top of the hill overlooking vast green fields dotted with thatched. I showed himmy collection of cards and game memorabilia. He acted impressed and sethis brief case on my homework desk before he sat down and said. "Let'sget down to business then, shall we?"I nodded and listened to what he had to say about missions trips. Hetold me all about seeing the world and taking risks. He focused mainlyon how much these trips have helped people around the world.I tried to listen but I realized that I wasn't feeling good at all.Something hit me like a ton of bricks. I. He then pushed me back and lifted my dress in one go and threw it away. I was fully naked in front of him, my nipples straining to be pinched and my cunt to be fucked hard. He kissed my breast and sucked my nipples hard. I was already dripping wet! He lifted me and took me to the bed. As he put me down I opened two buttons and pushed his T-shirt up and removed it. I just moved my hands on his bare chest and pinched his nipples making him jump! I then removed his belt and opened his pants.. I walked back to my roomand the servant was waiting with a wig. It was a wig full of curls. He putthe wig on me. I tried shaking my head to see if the wig would fly to theother side of the room. It didn't. It was stuck in my head as it wasglued. I didn't know why I couldn't have my own hair. But I suppose that Ihad to have girl's hair on me if I was wearing girl's clothes.For the third time, I walked into the dark sitting room. The old ladylooked at me and then commanded me to look in a mirror..