‘Oh who was I kidding, I’m not the date I’m the entertainment. At least the outfit makes me feel like a dancer. It’s almost like getting ready...for those dance recitals, only this time there’s no choreography to fuck up.’ The wine red camisole top was form fitting and sheer. Most of the fabric was translucent, so she was quite pleased with the flesh toned lining. The pants were loose enough in the legs to flared out when she spun and cuffed at the bottom like harem pants. They also had a flesh. Later I found out it was so that I would find her—well, big is the word. She figured that if I could care for her at eight months pregnant, then maybe I really loved her. So I got on with life. My folks came out for the 4th of July along with my agent, Jerry Cantwell and his new wife Sophie. Dad loved the ranch and wanted to move out to Wyoming. I offered to remodel an old bunkhouse on the property for them. Mom told him, ‘Okay, if you still want to next year, we’ll talk about it.’ I drove. ‘I told you. We’re starting with control, focus, and acceptance.’ Looking confused Masa came up beside him. ‘How are we going to do that?’ ‘Well Masami,’ Zionica said not looking at her. ‘You could start by taking off your bandages and just accept that you’re a woman.’ Masa stopped. ‘No way!’ She said covering her chest defensively. ‘There has to be another way?’ She caught up to Zionica and fell in pace with him, which was hard since he had longer legs than her. It was then that she truly saw. ?I'mgoing to take this (my hand flicking the torn panties hanging from your mouthand your sore cheek as I do it) out of your mouth you little whore and yourgoing to suck my cock like a good little girl????and?.let me assure you Wendy?.youbite me, you WILL know pain like you have never known it before. Do I makemyself clear?? Watching your head nod up and down as tears pour down your face. Watching as Daddy moves over you, his hand softly resting on the top of yourhead as his hard cock slides.