She was wearing a black lace bra. Click! And it was open. Her breasts were free and she was half naked under me. Soft and perky I started to rub both ...ith my palm. She kept giving out soft moans and instructed me not to stop. Soon she had me under her and pulled down my jeans and boxers. Took my dick in her hands and started stroking it with her mouth. My eyes were shut with pleasure and I soon had one of the best orgasms of my life. It was my time to return the favour. I pulled her at the edge. She tuned to face me and buried her face in my shoulder and put her arms around my neck. I held her tight.I could feel her heat through the dress as I ran my hands up and down her back, the strange undergarments unseen but felt beneath her dress. "Look at me" I whispered and she did her eyes red with crying looked into mine."You are always welcome here, for though you may be your fathers daughter, you are not him." I said to her pulling her tight to me so her face touched mine, her tears. You were probably right. You were the only person I talked to. When you cut me off, I had no one to talk to. Jack Daniels is a great listener, but doesn’t give much advice, you know?”“You started drinking?” she seemed really upset by that.“Not as much as I wanted to,” I told her. “I started going to the gym pretty quickly instead. The point is that I’d probably have stayed content to have you be the only person I talked to for a while. When you cut me off, it forced me to look for something. On seeing the whip, the colour drained from my face. I left all shredsof dignity and courage behind and prostrated myself in front of her,kissing her boots. "Please don't whip me mistress. I'll do anything," Isobbed.Sue's features immediately softened. "Maybe I won't slave girl. First,tell me your story. How did you come to become this half-man, half-woman?" Thank you mistress," I whimpered, tears of relief on my face, and beganmy narrative."My story started some months ago in a nuclear shelter.