He laughed, "You really are the most sub sissy I have ever met, you don't have to prove that anymore, just remember where you are right now, how you'l... look back on this moment, dressed in lacey lingerie, on your knees, useless dick tied up, collared, serving a real man, admitting how much of a pussy you are, fine sissy, I will fuck you in your boipussy as you desire". "Thank you master, thank you, thank you"He swiftly pulled my thong down where it stayed suspended between my thighs, "hold your. "Should I read on?"I grimaced. "You're both looking at me like I was some kind of freak. I'm not a freak. I'm not! So stop it!"I figured stonewalling them would be the best and shortest way to go. "Look, I don't know why I can read. I don't know why I know so much about everything, as you put it, Mom. I don't know why I don't have the intellect of a six-year-old. I don't have any memories of my past. None! It's as if I were born a full-grown woman when I woke up after being knocked unconscious. Dianna nodded. ‘It’s really different. I think it’s super!’ she replied. Miss Conklin moved close to Dianna. ‘Dianna, is…is the reason you don’t date much that you don’t really like boys?’ she asked softly. Her hands began to slide up and down Dianna’s arms. ‘Ah…I…I don’t know what you mean, Miss Conklin,’ Dianna replied. She was confused. What was going on? What was the coach up to? Why was she touching her like that? ‘Dianna, have you ever made it with a woman?’ Miss Conklin asked. Her voice. A shiver wracked my body at the thought of where his mouth had been and what he was referring when he said ‘it’. I closed my eyes, praying for strength. ‘Are you sure you’re all right Erika?’ Becky asked me, seeing me shiver. I gave a half smile and nodded, ‘Yeah, I’m good. Still just a little tired I guess.’ ‘And cranky,’ Becky reiterated. I chuckled lamely, ‘Yes, and cranky. Just as well I’m not going out with you tonight, I’d be terrible company.’ I felt Mr P’s knee brush against mine under.