On this occasion though, the toy cleanly entered her little cunt, bringing a cry of surprise as much as pain as her eight year old accepted two inches...of little wooden soldier.Again and again, David tugged the rope and the child, still tense from having had her sex slapped, rocked forward to further abuse, most times suffering the hard strike of the wooden soldier's head somewhere on her cunt. Each time only served to heighten his excitement and so when, after a particularly hard strike aimed. I brought my hand up to the door and knocked lightly. I did not see any lights on and there was no car in the garage, so it was possible that her father was not even here to begin with. Maybe that would be for the best though. I could go home and not have to worry about what Stephanie would think if she found out about what I was doing. I waited a minute and began to turn around to leave when the door creeped open. Stephanie’s dad stood in the doorway, a beer in his hand and a smile on his. " I know you appreciate me."A few minutes passed by. He started to walk out of the kitchen, and go watch television. As he walked away, I spoke my answer."Yes."He turned around, and walked back towards me. He placed his arms around me once more, "You're sure." Only if you are." I am, I think you'll enjoy it. You want me to call?"My mind started spinning, could it happen tonight? How should I respond to that question?I let myself say whatever rolled of my tongue,"Right now? Are you thinking. Heremarked, "You really are liking this whole girl thing, aren't you?" Well, you told me I had too if I wanted to pull this off," said Lee."You told me that I needed to like being a woman to collect my winningsso ..., so I like being a woman. Yes. I like it." With a singlemanicured finger she stroked her chin while looking in the compactmirror. "I sure like make up better than shaving."Soon after the surgery but before the hair salon she had submitted to a"face peel" that had removed all.