Sixteen years ago I made a promise that I'd never do anythingto hurt you. Does being a boy hurt you?" I pause for a second as Icontemplate my answer."...motionally, yes," I reply. "Every time I dressed up I'd get depressedwhen it came time to stop." Whether you're my son or my daughter, you're still my child," dadexplains. "And whether you're my son or my daughter, I love you all thesame. After today, you'll never have to stop being who you want to be."Tears flow from my eyes again, and it's all. The lips of her pussy where apart and there was a quarter sized open hole with traces of cum starting to make it's way out. She said very stearnly ,eat my damn cunt, you pussy boy! I dove right in. I could smell her sweet pussy smell mixed with a ordor of a man. She grabbed my head and pulled me in as tight as she could. She came over and over while I cleaned her. After finishing with her very hot loose and even sloppy pussy I sat back on my knees and whipped my face off. Dude, that was the. There were like a dozen men and a couple of women.Obviously gang members, dressed for the hood.Please don’t hurt me. I can get money. I can pay a ransom.“Well listen to Miss Snow White.” “All about the money.”“Yea you a rich bitch, talking all that hate trash on TV.”“Now its payback time, reparations.”“Yes Yes, I can pay.” Cried Megyn. Let me pay.“We don’t want your blood money.” “Just some of that sweet white pussy.”“OH God no.” Megyn pleaded but she knew…….“Git up there and dance.” . Though, I feel great, just nervous. When Jack opens up the door, he smiles widely, pulling me into his arms and kisses me. No, more like ravishes me. That is the best way to explain it. His mouth engulfs me, pinning me tightly into his body, and even groping my butt a little. Which I totally approve of. I let out a long moan, feeling any ounce of nerves wash away with the kiss. I don't know if it is his goal to do that, but it sure as hell is working. “I've been wanting to do that since Friday.