I suddenly feel His hands around my throat, squeezing tight. ?You do not EVER come until I tell you to! Your body belongs to me, and you release only ...hen I grant you release! Is that clear???Y-yes.? i am gasping for air as His grip on my throat tightens. i feel light-headed, i am about to lose consciousness. i cannot speak; i cannot even beg for air, i cannot make a sound. My Master releases His grip around my throat. ?Good. You will obey this command.??Yes, Master, i will.? i am breathing. I did not even know what I was anymore. You look like a girl, but you begin to take offense like a girl too. I could still hear Tony’s words echoing in my mind. Was he right? Had these clothes really changed me that much? My real self surely would not care if he talked to me like that. The thoughts made me even more confused, and I began to sob again. My life was a mess. I desperately wanted to be like one of those happy girls walking home under their boyfriend’s arm, but I was a boy. It was. I snapped back to reality and felt guilty. But, couldn't help it. After all, I am a young girl whose filled with passion and desire.He sat near me and made a formal talk. All the time, I was sure he wanted to know what's inside my clothes rather than my heart. Unable to control himself, he moved his hands over my hips. I felt a sharp sensation from the area as his warm hand caressed me through my saree. By the time, I was ready mentally and physically for the fast approaching first sex in my. Before long, I had a rapid motion going. This time it took only a few minutes before I was on the edge of a great cum. I raised my head one last time to make sure Mr. McMillon was still there. The shadow against the curtain was unmistakable. I laid back and my body exploded in a thrilling climax.I think it was sometime within a year of moving to our new place that mom brought Glen home. Mom had hit a home run when she latched on to him. He was the first guy that even I thought was nice-looking..