"That's enough. This isn't up for debate. I won, you lost. Tonight,you're my little sissy. And, if you're a good little sissy, maybe I'lllet you g... as a slut to the office party. After all, you don't want tobe out of character and be discovered."I don't know what I was thinking anymore. My head sunk down and Ipouted. I had given in again. I was unhappy, but not up for a fight.I did as I was told and put on the pink frilly outfit. It started witha pair of pink satin panties. On the. Kara had been fine, seemingly doing better until that morning. When Kara hadn’t come down for breakfast, Nancy had gone up to Kara’s room and found her curled up in a ball tightly hugging her bear and crying. She hadn’t responded to anything Nancy had said and wouldn’t move or budge.Nancy called Doctor Mercer’s emergency number and after a brief discussion, they’d had Kara taken by ambulance to the hospital. Doctor Mercer had been to see her earlier in the day, and was going to meet us there at. So, turn the tables, Mr Pendrill, and imagine that you've been captured by an enemy force, and there's a female interrogator who wants to torment you. Me, Mr Pendrill. Is the rationale any different?"She smiled, and made a show of staring at his limp cock; and she leaned forward and lifted the male flesh with her pencil, weighing it carefully and holding it at half mast. "Sing to me about your experience of tits, Mr Pendrill," she said with voluble disappointment at the flabbiness of his dick.. She was a cheerleader in high school, and her looks had not started to fade very much. The bikini she wore definitely accented her curves. She stood 5 7, still only weighed about 135 pounds, and her butt still looked darn fine!! The 34 c breasts may have begun to sag a bit, and it was not hard to see why the neighborhood men still checked out mom when she went for a jog. Something about those cheerleader legs in short jogging shorts that caught a mans eye. Mom slid into the tub next to.