‘Time for your ass, now’, I say. She stands up and takes off her tight jeans and her lacy thong and bends over right in front of me as she does. W...th them around her ankles and bent over, she looks back and says, ‘You want your thick cock to go in this tiny little hole?’ I pick up the lube and pout some out into my hand and rub it all over her tight rosebud and all over her juicy ass cheeks. She moans as i slide two fingers inside her, pushing them all the way to the bottom knuckles. I lean her. I had to wear pink and white frilly dresses with petticoats underneath, and little ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes. She always put a bow in my hair and white half-gloves on my hands. I was absolutely sure that everyone who saw me like that knew I was really a boy, even with the breasts filling out the top of my frocks. They probably just figured the tits came off with the rest of the costume. I looked totally femmy like that, but I felt as if everyone knew I wasn’t. Not really. I was always. I was getting out of the bath when there was a knock on the door. Icalled out to wait and threw a towel around me. I pulled the door openbut kept the chain on. It was Shiloh.I knew this man. He was the man who had killed me. He had put me ondrugs. He had abused me, mentally and physically. Then he had killedme by giving me too much or too rich a mixture. There was no otherword for it that killing. For Virginia was nothing more than the shellI lived in, now clean of drugs from the time I. „I didn't mean to offend you, Master.“„I should hope not,“ said Quentin empathically. With some amusement, Quentin wondered how many girls would say they didn't mean to offend when they were displaying themselves immodestly as Tessa was. It was she who should be offended! Still, he was living in a different world.Quentin picked up the cane and stood up. The cane, though thin, was very whippy. It would sting nicely. He laid on six strokes, as hard as he could, in quick succession. Perhaps.