"Please Sir, may your slut cum for you! Please." No," you snap. "You will wait like a good girl until you are given permission. Bratty little girls do...'t get rewards!" I push my head into the bed and bite my lower lip and concentrate on something other than my need to cum. I count the tiles, the spaces between the tiles, anything. OOhhh it is taking over again. Swoosh. The feeling of fire follows shortly behind. You whip my breasts with perfection, lines like a zebra up and down them both. You. Dinner together yesterday. Her seduction. In the background, “So What” swung into its undulating beat by Jimmy Cobb drums as her thoughts continued… Long kissing on the couch, that gloriously intense first fuck. Short, but so damn hot. The whole night that followed, into the day. The look in their eyes when he had to leave for his Saturday job, the promise they had made to see each other again tonight. Tonight. With that same hunger erupting again. His invitation to dance. Slowly swaying. Why would it? When I could pay a decent whore a couple silvers to suck my dick and another to let me do as I please. No confinement’s there unlike marriage. We make our way through the last stretch of forest before the gates, I hear the horns as my horse gallops up to the gates. As we head inside and there stands my old friend and his staff. They Neal to me.“John,” I say dismounting and walking to him.“Your Grace,” he says rising. We hug like brothers and I notice his seven sons to his left.. "Corey explained then to his mother how his becoming a girl began, howMark wanted him to be prom queen and how Lynn had helped him learn howto dress. "You're not serious about this prom queen business, I hope," his mothersaid. "I guess it's OK if you want to dress like a girl in the house,but not out in public."His mother continued, "Oh I wish you could have had a father around, toplay baseball with or football. You never were any good at sports, butthat's ok." Oh mom, I think all this started.