I did asshe said and felt instantly flushed and my cock started to throb. "Yessissy Brenda. Feel that sissy sauce surge through your body. Feel itturn...ng you into my sissy girl. Feel it as your mind cedes to my will andyour once proud cock becomes my sissy's clitty toy. Never to be a cockagain. Now make it squirt and beg me to own it and you with it. Do it NowBrenda!"And I did. I screamed at her. "Please Mistress Please make me your sissygirl, Please own my sissy clit. I want to be sissy Brenda. Matt had been using the flymo on the manicured front lawn and was now polishing his Alfa, while his adoring and doting wife, Emma scrubbed the front step.It looked a typical Sunday afternoon scene.Both Matt and Emma Jenkins were 42, their two offspring were grown and living their own lives, David had just moved in with his girlfriend in the next town, and their daughter, Emily was at university in Manchester.Behind the wooden front door, and net curtained windows, Matt and Emma had. Damn, he thought to himself, it would be so much nicer if she'd cooperate. But then he smiled, as he remembered some of the best fucks he'd ever had had come only after a pitched battle. Well, maybe he'd have to use the old "Uncle Harry" ploy, as he liked to call it. He'd have to have that bastard Hans' help, but he'd done that before, and the Dutchman knew just what was expected of him. Let Hans molest the girl just a little, and then the only person she could turn to would be old "Uncle. Misty brought her feet up on the bed, and touched them together heal to heal at her ass, letting her knees spread apart. Sharon had a perfect view, as Misty slid the dildo in, and then slowly pulled it out again. "Oooohhhaaaammmooo… Mommy… my pussy is stretching… my pussy feels so full! Uuuuuugggnnnnn… how does this make you feel, Mom…. does watching me fuck myself make you feel… Hot?!" Misty wickedly giggled. Sharon watched spell bond, as her young daughter fucked herself, ever so slowly, with.