The person in the mirror looks more like a flat chested girl with blonde hair in panties a few sizes too big than a boy in girl’s underwear. If I’... being totally honest, I am kind of feminine. I like to decorate. I don’t mind doing dishes or cleaning. I could be really good at cooking if I spent more time at it. And I can’t stop thinking of cock ever since I saw Eve’s. Just the thought of having her cock in my mouth, sucking on it, licking it with my tongue causes my dick to get hard. Not to. What a sight! As I bent over again, I realised I really wanted the caning. It had been a long time, but I really needed it. As the first rattan stroke lashed down, my memory of beatings past surfaced. I remembered distinctly how I’d grown to like the sting, which wasn’t what was meant to happen in a punishment. Yes, I liked the bite and the sting, and maybe the shame too! A second stroke broke my nostalgic reverie as it hit just below where the first had landed. Both marks throbbed and ached. She hesitantly removed her dress and held it in her hands tightly to her body. "And your panties, give them to me." She slid her panties down her legs feeling very exposed before him, as she stood stark naked in the heat of the car light. "Spread your legs," he commanded. She nervously closed her eyes and complied. "Do you make yourself come all by yourself in London? Do you feel that you are a better woman coming back to this small rinky dink town after you've conquered London as if you are. He looked pretty good. He stepped back. His breasts gave a delicious quiver as he moved, so he stepped forward again - another quiver. He shrugged his shoulders - a jelly-like wobble. He swung his shoulders violently left and right, and his tits went swinging vigorously to the left then the right, then the left and right again, before they settled into their natural place - on the front of his body.'Fucking hell!' said a voice outside. Tony turned towards the shop window. There were at least a.