I tried to escape put he pushed my face to the wall and strip me off using his massive force, he carried me to the bedroom and pushed me to the bed, I...was on my belly while he sat on my hip and got naked, I felt his dick on my butt crack and tried to escape, but I couldn’t move, then he put some kind of oil on me and I screamed: "you fucking bastard you are prepared.. please no anal I will do whatever you want.. please stop" he ignored my begging and just said: "I never say I fucked a bitch if. I became more skillful in dressing, applying makeup and loved the wayit made me look. Except for my short hair, I thought, I could easilypass for a girl. I wished I could have my own feminine frillies towear. But how could I get them?The answer to my problem came to me quite by accident. One day I wasin my friend Jimmy's house peeing in the upstairs bathroom whensomething in the corner of my eye caught my attention. There, hangingout of the bathroom hamper was a luscious pair of red. The way she was talking made me feel a little sad for her. The funny thing is she’s far from ugly. She’s 33, standing at 5’7, 120 pounds, blue eyes, brown hair, a pair of 32DD tits, and a wonderfully shaped ass, she could get any guy she wanted, but she became a career woman(fashion designer to be exact), and with almost every career woman, their love life takes a swan dive into the ground. “So are you gonna tell our parents?” Rita asked a little scared. “No I wont, I won’t tell your parents on. “No,” he continued with his eyes trained meaningfully towards Susan. “I haven’t found my life partner yet either.” Careful, thought Susan. This was a fish that could only be netted once and then thrown away. And, in any case, there was not a single man associated with Sir Kenneth who could become a meaningful long term association. Not, that is, if she wanted to remain in his good favour. “I’m sure that day will come soon,” said Susan. “So, tell me, how is it that you know my cousin?” Susan.