"Surprise Jerry, I hope you enjoy your birthday party."I was stunned to see her and when her mother and sisters reentered thefoyer, they put their arm... around me and led me into the room Diannehad set up for the party. I was made to kneel beside Marla's chairwhile we all watched the DVD of my fall into humiliation. After theshow ended, I was sent to distribute refreshments and after all had"gotten their cookies" Marla called me to her side and pulled me overher lap. Her mother grasped my. There were loads of magazines to look through, so we sat and waited for Stacie to come back, which she did after about 15 minutes wheeling a rack with about twenty outfits on, ha ha, daddy nearly choked on his bubbly, it was so funny because all the time Stacie kept calling my dad Daddy.She told him not to worry as they were to just try on to see which ones suited me, she poured us both more bubbly and told me to come with her into the changing rooms.We picked out my first outfit and I was told. I feel trapped, admittedly by my own actions, but knowing I can't turn back is exciting. I look at her hair. It's short and pitch-black; dyed that way, no doubt. She reminds me of my punk goddess /lover back in North Carolina, Miss Gina."I like your hair," I stammer."Yeah? Feel it."I reach upward slowly, just to touch it, but she snatches my wrist in her hand. "Don't you dare touch my hair!" she snarls, then laughs. She knows what she wants to happen, and she's exerting her dominance over me. Your bare back. The black strap of the bra contrasted against your pale back. You spin and land on my lap. Pulling my face into your tits. Grinding against me as my hands run over your back. I unclasp your bra and you pull my shirt out of my trousers. Your tits pressed into me so I can’t even play with them. Bra falls off you. You’re grinding into me as my fingers dig deep into your back. Half massaging. Half scratching. You groan, back arching enough for me to take one of your nipples into my.