Lastly, Dad brought me to a stall with a new horse in it. Once I’d apologized to the horse, who stood looking me in the eye the entire time, he made...me promise to care for her and keep her safe.That was my introduction to Buttercup.It was also my ticket to greater freedom. I couldn’t lift a saddle high enough to saddle her by myself, though she’d take the bit from me with no trouble. Then Dad introduced me to the joys of the bareback pad. An inch-thick cloth pad with a cinch. I could toss it. Ich brauchte mehr Zeit! Aber die hatte ichnicht. Ich brauchte eine Entscheidung, jetzt. Der Kopf rauchte mir.Ichkonnte schlie?lich ?berhaupt nicht mehr denken."Ich mache den Job." Hoffentlich gab das keine Katastrophe! "Aber ichhabe nichts anzuziehen." Mir war klar, dass das merkw?rdig f?r jemandenwar, der ein Crossdresser war. "Meine Mutter darf nichts wissen." Oh! Da hast du es aber schwer. Nun verstehe ich, jetzt macht es Sinn."Ich hatte mich gerade als Transe geoutet, ohne das ich eine war,. He gives my hand a squeeze and he starts to prowl. He's dancing as he's moving around the room, looking for someone to dance with, his hips bucking and swaying with the pounding bass, his toes and heels tapping down in time to the complex rhythm of the music. A girl sees him and their eyes meet. As he moves towards her he starts to dance harder, pouring energy into his moves, flowing with the music. She's black, with her naturally curly hair tied back in a tight scarf. She's wearing a slinky. I didn't give a half a fat fuck if he saw my face or not. I couldn't give a hot damn if someone looked me dead in the eye while I spilled my guts about my fetishes and fantasies. I just thought it was a turn-on to be in a confessional with a man who took an oath of abstinence and telling him incredibly nasty things.He conceded and let me go on with my fake confession. "Father, I've been a very naughty girl." I paused, giving him time to gather his senses. "Father, I ... hardly know where to.