Dust to dust." I'm so afraid."I reach over and pat her on the knee. "It's okay to be afraid. It's only natural. But there is nothing to be afraid of. ...our Daddy has planned everything and it will be okay. Here have a chocolate."She takes the small treat from my palm and lets it melt in her mouth. "I want to look pretty when they do me." You will look pretty sweetheart. You look pretty right now. You're a very pretty sissy meat girl?"Really?" she says, brightening a little."Really. You look. It was more of a confrontation than a question.I shook my head no, and he reached forward to me. "Show me!" he demanded. So I turned around, and let him see the back of the dress, or rather the lack of back of the dress, and as I turned back, I told him I was doing what he told me to. It did not satisfy him. He motioned me closer, and leaned in to kiss me, right there in the doorway! My eyes flew open in shock as I looked furiously to see if anyone was watching us. There wasn't, and as I softly. She had learned more about pleasuring girls in those few hours than she had over her entire life so far. It had become somewhat of a game for her, to see how quickly she could make the meat girls cum. Watching their breath and how they moved as she stroked their most intimate areas, prodding and testing to see how each one reacted until she found just the right spot. Each girl had been different, some came easily from the slightest touch of her thumb on their clit. Some required more work,. I was not givenpermission to speak, and so I remained silent. Kiera told her of the things that had been done to me. She described thetime I had been hooded and passed around between Kiera's friends, of how Ihad been forced to act as a dog for a whole weekend, crawling on all foursand able to make no sound but a pathetic whine. She described the website shehad created covered with photos of me in submissive poses. She mentioned themoney she had gained renting my services out to other women. She.