After that show I could feel my own pussy tightening around my dildo, but I didn’t want to let myself cum yet, ripping the vibrator free of my vagin..., I resorted to lightly flicking my clit, knowing it would keep my orgasm dormant, not quite letting it run free, not quite letting it die away.After a moment of controlling my own orgasm I realised I was missing the real show, the beloved’s next door had switched roles, Sara was flat on her back, legs spread wide her dark hair splayed over the. In a matter of a week I had gone from wearing just my bra and panties towearing a matching petticoat with a blue bow too and semi opaque whitepantyhose. Why? I recall Trudy said to one of her friends that I was aladyboy and she thought I would look better in a skirt and pantyhose thansome of her classmates, so I hit her. Unfortunately for me Mum saw me.An older boy might have been made to shave his legs but I had no hairgrowing there yet so my legs looked perfectly feminine.In another week I. ”I was looking at his face, he had a very dominating triumphant look on his face and he put the front of the shoe of his right foot into my closed mouth. As I was tight-lipped, he patted my mouth with his shoes. I still did not open my mouth. He stepped down and kicked my butt asking me to clean his shoes.I obeyed this time. He asked me to bite the front of his shoe and the sole he made me lick. He said he didn’t have the leather shoes at the moment otherwise he would have made me polish his. " Before I go on let me get me take care of this little mess."Michele sat in stunned silence riveted to her chair; her head spinning.Sir Giles went into her little kitchenette and came back with a dishtowel and dabbed at the puddle of wine soaking into her rug. He pickedup the glass and placed it back on the desk beside her computer andrefilled it. He filled a glass that he had bought in from thekitchenette and sat back down on the bed with it.Michele reached for her wine and gulped down half.