She screamed "I thought you were done!" The music was so loud that I barely heard her but I replied to her "Your to beautiful for me to be done!" She ...tarted to grind on me differently. Before she was grinding in an up and down fashion. But she was now going in circles trying her hardest to get me hard again. It didn't take long for her to compete her mission, as I became rock hard once again. I had my hands on her belly now rubbing her gently slowly moving my hands higher towards her breasts.. I took her to the bedroom, on the way I warned her about the camera’s “so be careful what you say” I said “ I will master, I promise” she giggled, the prospect of me fucking her seemed to have cheered her up a bit, we got to the room and she discarded the sack, she was naked as she wandered around the room “what made you change your mind, is it that you have realised where you really belong, in my bed!, how do you want me? with my back to you I would expect, now that I know your weakness, you. When we reached teenage it switched to teasing her about no boy finding her attractive , but secretly lusted after her ,Many time she caught me spying on her undressing. This is the story of how when in our early twenty's she got her revenge woke up in a daze vision blurred, the last thing i could remember was being at my sister's & her friends party & having a drink , with my sight clearing i made a move to get up but something bite into my wrists , found myself tied naked arms to the. I don't think my father ever really realised the full truth about the depth and extent of my and my son's transvestism. I realised that Bernard was going to go exactly the same way as me. Dr Margaret James was right; it was in the genes.In a number of evening gatherings I discussed family business with my father and stepmother. She shared many confidences and stories about my mother and filled in many gaps in my life. Through these disclosures we developed a deeper and tighter friendship and my.