I was wearing a t-shirt underneath so no issues, but it got my mind working a little bit.You see, I had been so careful about what I wore and how reve...ling anything was due to Donald's jealousy. Donald used to just go crazy if he caught some guy checking me out and then blame me for wearing an outfit that drew the attention. Philly had never really seen me so casually dressed before. But now with the altered state of my relationship with Donald and my comfort with Phil, I didn't concern myself. As the days became weeks and summer grewcloser nobody ever called me anything but "Jill," and I was accepted asjust another girl, even though I was never invited anywhere.Jenny and Carol became my closest friends, and taught me a lot aboutbeing a girl. The hardest for me was getting over the idea that I was aboy in a dress. They both told me that boys were there to use, and Ishould get used to it. But there wasn't anyone for me to practice on, soI gave up the idea. Then I met Gordon. Actually,. " "Beg me." Please Master, please touch my tits." "What do you want me to do, slut?" "Please Master, I'd like you to tease my nipples and pinch them." "Like this?"You reach over and stroke my nipples gently, hearing my soft moan as you do before pinching each sharply. You hear my squeal and whimper of pleasure when you repeat it. Tugging my nipples and twisting them as you see me tremble and listen to my shallow breaths. I look at you with flushed cheeks."Thankyou, Master." "Would you like me. He was trying to humiliate me. ‘Get off me, you immature bastard!’ I screamed at him. He let me up instantly but his light demeanour and smile stayed consistent. ‘That’s what I was after. A bit off umph, a bit of passion.’ I confronted him. ‘What, passion is pissing me off?!’ He reproached the bed and lay flat on his back, his huge dick, stiff in the air and said, ‘No… passion is making you want me so much that you’ll explode if you don’t have me right here and now.' He was good. I had to give.