I could see my own reflectionwith some sort of fear as both my mother and Ms. Woods transformed my facefrom a boy to what could almost pass as a littl... girl. My face was coveredin a foundation, mascara, pink lip gloss, blush under the eyes andanything else to make me appear younger than I am."Well don't you look like a sweet treat," Ms. Woods said. Again I wasspeechless, I am not sure why I am not fighting back or at least saysomething. Have I really been reduced to a sissy who just takes. I COULD FEEL MY ANUS TIGHTLY CLINGING AROUND HIS FIRST KUCKLE AS THE INCH OF FINGER ABOVE IT BEGAN TO MOVE IN CIRCULAR MOTIONS. IT FELT SO WONDERFUL BUT GAVE ME A BRIEF FALSE WARNING THAT I HAD TO GO NUMBER 2. STEVE SLIPPED HIS FINGER COMPLETLY OUT OF ME AND THEN ALMOST INSTANTLY, PUSHED IT FIRMLY BACK INTO ME GOING EVEN A BIT DEEPER. I COULDNT HELP BUT SOFTY GROAN WHILE HOLDING ON TO THE BACK OF THAT CHAIR WITH MY EYES NOW CLOSED. SO AS STEVE EXPERTLY WORKED THAT MAGIC FINGER OF HIS UP TO HIS. ”“Sorry Reed, I think the device broke.” She called out from the open door, her attention away from her findings as she called out to her husband. With her back turned, she never spotted the white droplet begin to sluggishly squirm its way down the surface of the glass and over the gloved finger.“Really? Well, that’s disappointing, but at least it served its purpose, what do you say to HERBIE making dinner tonight?”Smiling, Susan called out again, oblivious to the droplet make its way down her. She was probably going to have to sleep in Jen's bedroom; Mum wasn't the type to be having any hanky-panky going on in her house!Jen was already back from Reading, Mum and Dad having collected her and her record player on the Saturday, and she picked me up from the station in Mum's mini. We were delighted to see each other again; we had a big hug when we met, and a kiss in the car on the way back, but as my train had arrived late, we couldn't hang around for too long.I told her that I had.