...''''dont be shy, its perfect for lil clitty, you will feel so good in it''''cute little cocklette love to be hidden away in smooth panty ''''no its...not true, i never wear panty''''here let me show you , just try them , you can get em off if you dont feel good''he pulled my legs up and removed my boy underwear on my back on the couch legs up by him sliding me in a smooth , way too smooth , little pink pantybefore lowering my legs and help me sit on the couch looking down , it fit so. She panicked, shoving them back into the case until reason returned. Keeping an eye on her sleeping boss, she took every page out, captured it on her cell phone, and sent it into the Cloud. Closing it carefully when she was done, she placed it where he always kept it, on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Afraid to alter her routine, she slid into bed.“It’s been two weeks, and I bet I haven’t slept three hours a night. I was wondering how to slip the information to you secretly, until he. They hurt terribly if I don't use the breast pump, but the relief never seems to last very long. And if I hear a baby cry, in a supermarket or something, they just *flood*. I wear this, you know, nursing bra to absorb some of it, but the milk just floods in spite of it and my whole front is sopping wet and I have to go right home and shower and change.Or maybe the biggest thing is the sweat. I sweat like a pig all the time, now, unless it's very cold. I mean, just look at me right now, I'm. My father came back from the war and became a brick layer, my Mother looked after me and the house.I guess my Father had undiagnosed PTSD after the war, and my mother and I found him hanged in their bedroom in Christmas 1952.This destroyed my mother and she slowly started to lose herself and she was checked into a mental institution in 1961.At sixteen years old I was moved into a children’s home. Basically an orphanage/school.I spent nine miserable months there being bullied by the staff and.