These two women whom raised me and had total control over me, they really created a split personality in my brain. Krissy was born when I was about 8 ...r 9 years old. All of the feminization and sissy training from me being so young, now it finally had a name! And actually my Grandma gave me the name "Krissy" back as long as I can remember she still calls me Krissy sometimes, now it is like a term of endearment. But back then it seemed that she always used to call to me with a tone of mocking in. ” I just moaned. What else could I do? Literally, what else could I do? I had told her that I would not have a bachelor’s party with strippers and booze, I she would tie me down and make me her sex slave for a whole night. She had thought about and then agreed So here we were three days before the wedding and I was going to be her love slave for the whole night! When I walked into her apartment that evening there was not much left. Everything but her bedroom furniture and some kitchen stuff was. She got down to my shoulder and then bit the hell out of it. Then she was pushing away and stammering out in gasps, "Ah na, na, no more! Oh, stop!" Annie let up on her assault with her mouth and backed up a bit, Beth's little body shaking and jumping in aftershocks. I stroked her hair and Annie moved over and straightened out.We shuffled around a little and Annie got on her other side and we stroked and held her until she was breathing normally."Oh, god, that was just so good!" she purred.. He knew this was wrong, but he surrendered to the lust. He knew it wasn't going to end here. He was going to have sex with his own daughter again and again -- maybe even fuck her, if she would let him. And he knew she would let him! At this realization, his penis throbbed to full erection."Please Susie, yes! Please jack me off! That feels so good, sweetheart. Would you like me to show you how to do it better?"Susie nodded and he took her hand in his own, and showed her the right stroking.