There's a good girl". She flinches as his hand rubs firmly over the welts on her arse. She feels the cold moisture as he roughly kicks apart her legs,...his fingers applying the lube as his hands part her arse cheeks. Without ceremony he forces the whole of his cock, balls deep into her tight arse in one hard stroke, eliciting a yelp and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. He grins, grabbing her hips and pounding into her harder. Now openly sobbing, her pleads of "But I've been a good girl" merely. Maybe he thinks I'm onebecause of the bra. This was turning into a nightmare. But it was realand I was living it. And I'm having to face so much right now whilesitting beside Lucas."If you think I'm a crossdresser because of the bra you are wrong. I amnot one of those. My problems have nothing to do with that. Look, I don'tcare if you are one. OK? But my bra doesn't mean I want to wear it." Hesaid, "Hey man. I don't think you're a crossdresser but if you were thatwould be cool. I'm just sharing. He grabbed the top of my head and pushed my down to the floor. He pointed where he wanted me to go and told me to crawl so he could see me on all fours. He directed me into his nice carpeted living room which was a big improvement over the halls hardwood floors. Daddy stood Infront of me in the living room and slowly started to undo his belt. My cock was twitching in anticipating and I almost found myself instinctively opening my mouth to be ready as it had been so long since I’ve tasted a real. *** Tom, you've been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Even as a young boy I knew I could confide in you and know that my trust was not misplaced. So you've known almost as long as I have that I wanted to be a girl. I remember our discussions and even arguments about the merits of femininity and how you tried to convince me that being a boy was better. But you never held my 'quirk' against me, and even helped me go out in public when I started dressing up. It must have been the.