” Marcelo came up behind Pedro with a smile on his face.“Hey, Marcelo.” Pedro turned off his control board, turned around in his chair, and gree...ed his cheerful friend.“You won’t believe what I... and a friend got invited to.” Marcelo couldn’t hold back his excitement.“What?” Marcelo’s excitement brushed off on Pedro who smiled with curiosity.“I just got invited to the party at Mr. Pereira’s villa this weekend.” Marcelo smiled.Oscar Pereira was the owner of the Showo television network, and it. You savor it, slowly teasing it with your tonguefrom each finger. In between nibbles and sucks, forcing a tear soakedsmile, you repeat the ''cleaning'' mantra you learned back when you wereallowed the occasional orgasm- ''I am a silly semen sipping sissy. Myseed is worthless and must be kept away from real women. The only placemy cum deserves to go is into my own mouth.'' You have to repeat it quitea few times before you've swallowed every nasty tiny, dainty sip. Evenafter all this time, the. Heather walked in and closed the door behind her."Where's Lynn?" Harold asked. She couldn't have gone home; it hadn't been an hour since they'd gotten back."She's by the pool." She seemed nervous. "Daddy, I have a confession," What's wrong, Pumpkin?" I went over your limit. I spent about a hundred and twenty dollars." Heather, you know I was very specific," Harold told her, his pulse suddenly racing."I know, and I'm sorry." She walked past him and leaned over his desk, her ass inviting his. The woman in themirror with the heavy makeup, subtly streaked shoulder-length hair,tight skirt, matching jacket and leg show looked like my mom's youngersister; her son nothing like Mike. The skirt was short and tight andthe side-split exposed my nylon-encased thighs. I find that movingaround my room fully dressed as a woman for the first time isexhilarating; sure I've dressed in lingerie, nylons and high heelsbefore and I love the feelings that dressing like that evokes in me; butbeing fully.