Using his knee, he spread my legs. He bunched and pulled tightly from the back; and rubbed my outline, through my now soaking underwear. After...pushing the impeding fabric to the side, he inserted only one finger into my pussy, as a shiver flowed through my whole body. I couldn’t help but fear I would cum before I ever met his erect cock. He didn’t keep me waiting for long. He removed his pants but left his briefs. He slid his cock out and guided it into my mouth. As I wished, he showed. I don't think it's having an effect on me. Maybe it would be different if I didn't hate her so much. But I do hate her and I understand that what's happening to her isn't about sex. It's all about revenge."Maybe, if I start to masturbate sometime in the future, or if I'm lying in my bed at night thinking about sex, maybe I'll find that the things that are happening now will start to have an effect. If that happens, as embarrassing as it will be, I promise that I will discuss it with you. Does. It didkeep me focused on my report and doing it properly, but more importantlymade me accept the device was not for anyone's amusement, but to teachme I was not a man and had no right to manly pleasures.That Saturday I arrived at his apartment precisely at 8:30 in themorning as "invited." Once inside the door he took both copies of myreport, then had me print and sign my real and sissy names on the hand-written copy. I knew well I was assisting in my own sissy capitulationas I handed over my. That they hadn’t been able to have more kids must have caused tension, but they had never inflicted us with this stress.Ryan and I had both grown up knowing our parents loved and wanted us. “I have to talk to the lawyer before I can make any promises, dad,” I warned him.He nodded, “We know, that’s why your mother invited him to dinner. He is staying in Ryan’s room in case it’s a long night. He’ll come to the funeral with us, and then you can go to town on Monday and sign anything you need.