I found myself standing on a low stool, painfully aware of how I was exposing myself to the two ladies. Mrs. Dupree rummaged around and returned wit... a most severe looking leather strap; unlike the tawse, this one looked more like an old luggage strap. I was taken aback by Mrs Dupree’s next question, “How many would you like, Miles?” I couldn’t answer and just looked at her in disbelief; disbelief that Mrs. Dupree was going to flay my thighs and disbelief that I was being asked to decide. " He let go of my hand, and then stared in my eyes. "I'm so sorry Jerry. I never wanted anything like this to happen to you. I thought I would live a normal human life. Not get my family caught up in my old one." I could see how sad Dad was. I think he was overcome with guilt over what had happened to me, and perhaps even disappointed that he hadn't been changed back. Leaning over, I gave Dad a hug. I normally wasn't in for that kind of stuff, but Dad looked like he could really use one, and I. I had never been sexually attracted to women but right now I was intoxicated by her. “I’ll tell you what,” said John. “Why don’t you come back to our place now? We can show you around and you can see if you like the feel of it and we can talk some more.” The calm confidence of his voice certainly made me feel reassured. “If you don’t like it we’ll call you a cab straight away,” Emma said. “Besides it isn’t safe for a young lady such as yourself to walk home alone at this time.” Normally I. I envision driving to that area, just to see what kind of neighborhood it is. Who knows, I might get a better paying job and move there, but for now that is not what is on my mind. My hard nipples strain the bra I am wearing and my panties are already drenched. I am dressed casual in khaki shorts and a comfortable t-shirt. In my mind I am screaming, “Girl, it’s been too damn long and it’s about time you took matters into your own hands and got the fucking you deserve!” I pull around the corner.