He said tell me to squeeze my balls again. When I did he held them tighter than before. Trying to get from his grip I stood up. He pulled me back down...by my balls. He said you're not going anywhere till we're done. He smeared the pool of pre-cum over the head of my dick and said to open my mouth. When I opened it he put his fingers in. Now lick them. I couldn't help myself, I licked my cum from his fingers. He said tell me you like it and want more. I told him, and he pushed his fingers hard. It barely covers my ass but it’s my favorite one, baby blue and with a thin white lace ribbon holding the flimsy material up. The gown always makes me feel all feminine. It’s more of a summer nighty, but under my heavy robe I’m never cold, and always titillated by the roughness of the robe rubbing against my sensitive nipples through the nighty’s sheer material leaving me in a somewhat perpetual yet understated mode of arousal.I’m never cold shoveling and want to get this over quickly, so I. Despite effectively having two Mums, Mum found me difficult to controlwithout a Dad and when I reached the age of six had introduced "petticoatpunishment" to control my behaviour.Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me "Natasha" calmed medown and made it easier for Mum to control my temper. For a while Iwould try to fight against being forced to wear girls' clothes but Mumwas bigger than me and would force me into the clothes.When Aunt Stacey first saw me dressed as Natasha I was. Just do what I tell you, you’ll like it, I promise. You do like it don’t you!.’ I could feel myself blushing and I nodded. My young cock was thick and hard and I was worried that it would spurt my stuff everywhere.I had never seen between a woman’s legs and now that I had got over my fright and embarrassment at being caught in the ladies lavatory, and smelling her used period ragsI was burning to do everything — without really knowing what ‘everything’ was… ‘Undo the safety pins and and you can.