To become a better sissy. Make a list.Show it to Daddy. Ask for his suggestions. Have you left anyone out?Don't spare yourself. Be thorough. You have ... lot of apologizing to do,sissy. The sooner you do it the sooner your burden will be lifted andthe clearer and easier the path ahead will become.Step NineNow comes the step you've probably been dreading all along. It's time tomake amends directly to those who've been hurt and betrayed by yourpseudo-manhood. In apologizing to those you've. Sometimes she would tan in her yard with her big sister. Whenever I saw her out in that little bikini, I would always spy on her. She had small breasts and a nice little bubble butt. I guess you could say I had a crush on her, but it was more like an infatuation. While we were drinking our grape soda, she pulled out a toy chainsaw that when you pulled the string then pulled the trigger, it would vibrate. I finished my can of soda, threw the can away, then sat back on the bed waiting for. When Linda became aroused to the point of moving her hands down to rub herself, it was safe to flick out my tongue and start licking her sweet little pussy. I believe this phase of sleep is called REM and if I was oh so slow and careful, Linda would never wake up. As I gently stroked her with my tongue, her legs spread even wider and her hips started moving as she rubbed her delicate pussy rhythmically against my face. As things heated up, Linda’s fingers entwined in my hair as she pulled me. Things such as vibes, cords, nipple clamps and a spreader bar, all with instruction sheets, bowls of condoms, and some feathers and leather paddles. Also my standard instruction sheet. With five minutes to go, Richard came in, looking puzzled, and not seeing me in the shadows."I was told you wanted to see me, sir?" he stated."Actually, Richard," I said, moving forward, "it was I who asked if you wouldn't mind helping."He whirled around, spotting me at last."Marie? Oh God," he gasped, "you would.