.Iza i ....let me out plz i swear im not a sissy''''off course you are and i think i like it''''i want you to clean the apart in these and i might let...you remove them if you do a great job''''fuck you im not a bitch hhhhheyyy heyyyyyy Izaaaaaaa''slap slap slap slap''bad girl . fucking bad girl you fucking listening now you get the chores done i ''''........ok ok stop''i wasnt allowed to dress , i went on, in the sissy panty to get the place all cleani hated her for doing this i couldn't believe. She pulled on his shoulder and he dipped his head down. He put his lips to hers and she grabbed his neck and pulled him on down. She dove and devoured his lips, fighting to kiss him. God how much she wanted to kiss someone who didn’t taste like an ashtray. It was worth it. Everything was worth this moment. To finally taste someone, to finally know what it was like to actually taste pure human, no drugs, no alcohol, no cigarettes, and it was wonderful. She released her grip and as he gasped. She. I wasn’t about to get robbed. I had plans for the money I had worked hard for and saved.I heard some men coming out of the barbershop for a bath, even before they came out the door onto the wooden platform where the five bathing tubs are lined up. I’d picked the tub at the very far end, next to a wall that looked more like a wooden fence.There were three of them. They were all drunk as hell too. I know when a man is drunk, I lived with one thirteen years back in Sedalia.They were stripping for. And we did. Once we were decent, we joined them in the next guest room. My father was on the bed, holding the two unconscious girls, stroking their cheeks. He seemed quite calm. "They would never disobey me... Never... How did you break them to your will?" "I didn't. They set themselves free." "You're lying. You lied to me about your empathic abilities, and you're lying to me again." I sighed. I checked to see if his mental barrier was up, which it was. I could have used an empathic connection,.