Whenwe picked clothes for me, my mother usually tried to show me some boy'sclothes. Asking if I thought they were nice. No doubt she knew that I wasbe...ng teased. She knew that I considered myself a princess. Even thoughshe didn't stop calling me that name, she wanted the best for me. I wasgetting so old that I should be a bit more boyish. I rebelled. I did notwant my hair to be cut. I looked at dresses and girls clothes and used mycharm to get my mother to get them. I continued with tights and. "Either you let me feel your cunt right now or you can pack your things and leave. I want to see your cunt now, before you take a shower."Even as I watched, I saw the tears forming in her eyes as she opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to say something but words wouldn't come out. The pressure she exerted on my hand became even more intense as I continue to stare in her ash-white face. I could tell that she was going to resist me. In the six year that we had been married she had. "I'm a friend of her brothers." Oh... Tony? I remember him. He went to Meadowbrook, too." Yes," Chloe said. "Two years ahead of us."Tricia grinned. "Does Tony know you're outside naked with one of his friends?"Chloe smiled. "Tony doesn't need to know everything about my life." You look really sexy like that," John said. The first words he'd spoken. He sounded earnest. Chloe looked over at him, surprised."Thank you," she said. She cocked her head flirtatiously, fingering the collar around her. Frustrated, she tried to open the next door, but it was locked. Then she turned to the third door. She opened it and found out it was a closet that held sports equipment. Closing the door, she advanced to the last one. This one led to a grand stairway leading downwards, and she cautiously walked down each step, knowing that if she crawled on the wall, her ass would be in clear view of anyone at the bottom of the steps. When she had descended the last step, she found herself in a dungeon, with.