" What do you mean?" From what I've seen so far, you tend to act more like a girl than aboy." You mean I'm a..." Icy fear clawed at my stomach. "...a ...issy?" No, I think being a sissy is a bit different. There's just a certainsomething about you that says...girl."The fear clenched into a tight ball. "Would it sound like I was crazyif I'd said I...well, I feel like I AM a girl?"Aunt Joan gave my hand another squeeze. "Not at all, sweetheart. Ithink it just makes you very special."Before I could. "Ow," she said."Quiet," he said, "Or you'll get a whipping. I see you met the whip already?" Yes, Master," Samantha was immediately all obedience and servility, "And I never want to have that again."She was appalled as he replied, "Oh, you'll get used to it."After pushing his finger into her vagina a little way, and finding that as dry as her arse hole, he ordered her to fetch the oil from the bathroom."What for?" she asked without thinking."To oil the door hinges," he said sarcastically and. You feel the warmth radiate from my tip, as it slips into you, sitting down into my lap to be sure I am completely inside you. I hold my hands against your back, supporting your weight as you enjoy the feeling of me filling you. Our smiles widen as I crane my neck to kiss you. Your back feels warm under my hands, your muscles firm and toned. Slowly you begin to gyrate up and down on me, my hands slipping down your back, clutching your buttocks which I feel clench and unclench with each stroke. You liethere while I selfishly take pleasure in fucking you hard. It hurts a bit, andI am so rough and wild with you that you get a little scared, but that makes iteven more exciting for you. You come from the brutal fucking, panting like adog, and moaning loudly. Your head is thrown back and your mouth is wide openin a silent scream. I love to make you feel and look this way.? It's the first time in years that you havehad an orgasm from being fucked, and you remember how much you love.