I was led to the bathroom and thenightdress was pulled off me and I was told to sit in the bath. "Don'tforget to wash under your arms and all your bit...," the voice said. Istarted to wash, sponging all over. As I reached between my legs...I wasa girl not a boy! I looked...no mistaking...I was a little girl...my mindstarted to clear...I was Jack Smart, aged 33 and top crime reporter...but-Danielle's face came into view. I looked up at her and she could see therealisation on my face. "Come on. "Tommy, these look even better than the first set!" Claire said as she sorted through the prints. "But I don't see the one of Sally by herself. I remember the trouble she had deciding which one she wanted." Well, I hope you don't mind, but I tried something different for her. I don't want you to think you have any obligation to take this since it's not what you ordered, but since the three of you had such a tough time picking out the image you wanted for her, I did this instead." I reached into. “I’ m ready.” I managed to breathe. Leaning forward, she hooked my ankles on her shoulders, and stood up, compacting me into a tighter ball. “Cum for me you little whore. Open your mouth and taste your sperm! I want to kiss it from your tongue!” She hissed on me from above as she sat on the back of my thighs. My mouth could barely open, by chin was so hard into my chest. But as I felt it boiling up my cock, I aimed carefully. Some of it landed in my eyes. Some on my chest. Still more. I didn’t go to college for a career, I went for a husband. I didn’t find one there, obviously.’ She shrugged. ‘I need someone to take care of me.’ ‘So you’d trick me into marriage? When I don’t love you, and you don’t love me?’ He stared at her. ‘That’s so twisted, I can’t begin to tell you.’ ‘I’m scared, Jacob,’ Chelsea said again. She met his eyes and he saw the truth of it. ‘I’m sorry for that,’ he said, ‘I really am. But I can’t help you. I don’t love you and I won’t marry you, Chelsea.’ ‘I.