Going to bathroom I giggled tipsily as Ipulled down the pantyhose and sat to pee.In bed that night I pulled the blankets tight around me and tried not...o think. Tomorrow was a rehearsal and we would be working on a newpiece. I concentrated on the music in my head and pushed panties,forms and makeup to some side lobe of my brain. In time I slept.I was edgy all day and played poorly during rehearsal. Phil said thatI was "gripped up" whatever that meant and Carla asked if I was OK. Iwasn't. I. I want to suck another man's cock!" Still tugging on her clit, still ass-fucking her, I reach up and grab a handful of her sweaty hair, yanking it hard so that her head jerks back. "How many inches do you think you could take in your mouth... and down your throat, slave?!" I don't know, I don't know!" she yelps somewhat fearfully."Just fucking give me a NUMBER!" I growl, pulling her hair."Ooww! Ten! Ten inches!" Ten inches?! Good God, you really love dick, don't you? You really think you could. The way he was saying it was quiet and calm, but I knew that he was putting his own, strict conditions, on any future relationship that Clara and I might be allowed. With my mother, I might have tried to improve on those conditions. I already knew my father wouldn't budge. "Larry, before you give me your answer, think of what Katinka needs most. Is that a lover? Clara is no different than Katinka in regards to her needs. What would you want for your sister?"My father had already decided. My. Please, isn't there something else I can do?" Tom pleaded."No sissy, there isn't anything else you can do. How many times do Ihave to tell you that you need to accept your new position in life? Sowhat if someone recognizes you? They will only see you for the sissythat you are. Besides, what do you think the odds are of it happening?How likely is it that someone you know is on this site right now, letalone looking at your profile or entering your room? Now, turn thecamera back towards the coffee.