She had forgotten that we had met before and that she had laughingly told me she "laiked to fook." She had a half-dozen cases and trunks which we pile... in the army wagon while a knot of sad-eyed ensigns and lieutenants looked on forlornly, waving kerchiefs. She wore a dark-blue, wide-skirted dress with a fitted top that showed the lacy trim of her undergarment and the swell of her plump, young breasts.She had clamped her mouth as tight as her stays and decided to be angry so she pulled her arm. I couldn't keep wearing the samethings all the time, could I? Julie helped me make more space in mywardrobes by taking away the rest of my male clothes. And she taught mehow to use more makeup and to look after my skin with moisturiser andso on.She was also helping me in the evenings, making me practise holdingback so that I didn't spurt as soon as her fingers started touching mycock. "You have to not be so selfish," she had explained. "Your bigclittie is not just for your pleasure. But it. .. that's it."At last he stopped. I was sobbing quietly, almost happily."It's over. The fracture is reduced," Steven said and stood up.I was physically and emotionally drained from this horrible ordeal. The pain had subsided considerably so I just lied, eyes closed.Steven drew closer and placed his hand on my brow."Are you OK?"I nodded."I will be back in an hour. Take a rest and don't move your leg, Tiffany," Steven said and left.Why didn't he immobilize my leg with the splint? I wanted know. Sue knew she had to do anything her husband's boss demanded of her. She also knew that his son would be certain to also take liberties with her female openings whenever she had the yellow and white apron on her body. For some strange reason, the revealing apron seemed to release all of her inhibitions and caused her to perform any perverted act they desired. Her submissiveness was tied directly to her obsession with being a good housewife and her love of getting a good spanking whenever.