.. and I would slowly remove it until you wore just your high heels"."You've only ever fucked in the bedroom haven't you?" I asked her.She was silent ...nd not answering me."Well ... are you going to answer me?" I demanded in a slightly raised voice."Mmmm ... yes" she whispered in response."I would fuck you in places that you may not imagined possible or desirable...".That was a deliberate double-meaning prediction on my part.She made no attempt to escape from the car so I got out of the car and. I'll buy you a new shirt tomorrow."The next day, when Josh got home from school, there was a new shirt to try on. The sleeves were a bit too long. The collar was very stiff, and a bit too tight. The material was stiff."That looks neat and crisp. Let's see if you can keep it clean for more than five minutes at the reception."Josh's mother him try on the whole suit, with the shirt and tie, again. It felt heavy, coarse and stiff. The pants were itchy. She made him stand still and then turn. In that moment when I felt so helpless and lost I wanted to be a toddler again. I wanted to be carefree and able to snuggle against my father and sleep in his arms without the worries I had. I struggled to pull my lips apart from his, but soon enough I did, resting my head on my Daddy’s shoulder into the curve of his neck. He held me tight enough that I had a hard time breathing, I didn’t care. I loved every minute of it. Soon though, my Father twisted my body to the right, laying me on my. Jen already knew where this was going. One of my newly found favorite sexual activities was to have her punish me for minor indiscretions. Things like, forgetting to tell her I bought another hunting rifle, or finding out that I never got around to changing the oil in her van like I had promised. Usually, it was little more than a rough hand job while chastising me for my laziness, a slap on my balls while she lectured me about not getting any until I finished her honey-do list. But recently.