Never, never.You can't make me. I'll run away from home if you try to dress me likeBlair."Kirk then explained that he'd worn the dress to distract th... salesclerks while Blair did his shopping: "Blair was scared shi ...., wasreally scared that the salesgirls would catch him in his undies, withhis pecker somehow showing. Not that he has much to show! Even so, hewas terrified. So I did what any big brother would do - I made myselfas obnoxious as possible so that Blair could flit about under. Isn’t paying reparation money better than being enslaved?” I couldn’t argue with that, so I agreed. He said, “I can make you want to pay reparation’s anyway but in a different way.” Then he told me to finish painting the garage and come into the house when I was done. I was perplexed and gave him an odd and curious grin.He walked back into the house and I started to hope that my first thought would come true… “He wants to dominate me by making me suck his cock.” I had fantasized about this for. " To save my blushes,Matron took me into the changing room and once again demonstrated thebasic skill of 'tucking', as with her help, I felt my 'doo-dahs'disappear into the cavity in my abdomen, while my 'thingy' was pulledbackwards between my legs, and covered with a lacy pair of briefs toentrap everything in its proper place, simple as that and not a blemishin sight even before I put on my pale blue knickers! I also tried on thetraining bra, which I was told would be useful in keeping my. “Better to keep it simple.”She made her way into the bar. It was Wednesday night, so it wasn’t crowded. She stopped when she was just inside the door and looked for an empty table. Herb Beale was behind the bar talking to a couple of patrons.“What’s up tonight, Roxie?” he asked as she scanned the room.“I’m meeting someone,” Roxie answered.“It’s Wednesday night. It isn’t like Junior to be out on a weekday. You two getting’ back together?”Roxie didn’t answer. She could feel the men’s eyes.