.. I don't like to use that overworked word 'nice' ... it was comfortable, and comforting. I think that's what Philippa needed."Do you mind if I sit u... and play some CDs?" she asked, as her mother and I headed upstairs."Help yourself," I said, "just keep the volume down!"A little later, I heard Russell Watson singing, but the volume was then reduced. I could still hear it, but only by concentrating."You weren't thinking what you were doing, were you?" Helen asked as we cuddled."No," I admitted,. Are you ready to amuse me?? He was online. He always started by addressing me by my real name before moving on to more degrading terms. I felt myself getting excited. I was naked, on my knees in front of the computer. ?Yes Sir. I am ready? Shit. That was a mistake. ?I? Since when do you get to refer to yourself as I?? ?Sorry Sir. It won’t happen again? ?Goddamn right it won’t. beg to be punished for your mistake? ?Please Sir. Punish your slave for its. ....immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting interface with the real world as you repeatedly peek through the blinds, or from behind the curtains lest she arrive home earlier than expected. The guilt builds up and conflates with an intense shame.“Boys and men don’t dress up in. I couldn't help but to feel it for myself. I wasn't disappointed. I allowed my finger to slide up and down her pink slit a few times, and I was shocked when she responded with a low moan. I pulled my hand back instinctively, only to be greeted with another moan that sounded kind of disappointed. I sat motionless, waiting to see what would happen next.Brynn's legs slowly spread open even further, and I heard her utter quietly:"Oh, Jamal…"I almost jumped out of my skin! This was the first.