The feeling isindescribable. I keep thinking Daddy is making me his girl. My clitty,forced to be limp inside its cage flops up and down, as I ride Da...dy'scock. The more my clitty bounces in its cage, the more it reminds me ofthe humilution of submitting myself to this, of how the cage is a constantreminder of that I am not a girl. I am just a boy willing to submit myselfto almost anything so Daddy will accept his little sissy girl."Does my sissy girl like HIS Daddy's cock? Boys dont normally. Melody came back and ask that we follow her to the bank in my car. Even though we hadn't cleaned everything, we left with Melody. As we walked to our cars, Melody told Tina to ride with her. Tina looked at me and begged me to say something. I should of but didn't and I let go of her hand. I followed the two of them to the bank. After dropping the bag in the night deposit, Melody tore off with Tina. Her tires scream echoed in the calm night. I panicked and followed quickly. Melody drove much. She dare not shout to attract his attention sorather than wait she decided to risk the entry then make her way to thefront door and open it for Paul.Clambering upon the sill she screwed up her eyes in an effort to make outwhat the room looked like but the dark enclosed everything. She swung hershapely legs inside and dropped to the floor. Standing there she waiteduntil her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she thought she could make outthe shape of a door to the right, so she groped her way. " You're saying live together, maybe?" Maybe," she sighed. "I don't know. There's so damn much that was pretty well in place that isn't any more that I just can't say. Were you planning on going up to Cooper Hill again this winter? The last time I talked to you it didn't seem like you were." Don't know," he said. "It depends on whether I can work as a boatman this fall. Otherwise, I'll have to do something just for money to live on. Cooper Hill is OK, but I could stand warm, too. Got any.