Home life seemed very natural and to be honest I never knew any different. My dress of choice around the house was always a big tee shirt and panties ...lthough my panties were very bland and girlish until one Christmas Mum and Paul bought me a selection of thongs which signalled that I was becoming a woman even though I was barely a teen. I was excited as I knew how good Mum looked and I remember rushing up to my bedroom to try them on. From that day on I loved wearing them although I still wore. I feel you slide some lube in my ass and your finger slides in; going in and out, as you are stretching me. Then I feel a toy sliding in my ass; again pumping it in and out; then you slide another toy in my pussy. I am very full. You slide them in and out in and out taking me to the edge; you lean over and say, “You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission”. I am so close. ”Don’t you dare come” you repeat as you continue fucking me with the toys. Not listening very well, I. Each night I went out I walked a little further, till one night I made it all the way down to the boulevard 5 blocks away. I was just about to turn around and come home when a bright light shined on me. My first thought was to run, but I couldn't do that in the heels and tight dress, so I started to walk up a sidewalk to someone's house, when I heard a voice say. "Miss stop there" I stopped and turned and there stood a police car and policeman not 15 feet away. My heart began to pound and. I heard her say, "We know, thanks. Mark's on the direct line to them now. What happened?"From Julia's convincingly horrified comments, the person at the other end was describing the attack.We sat on our butts while our security guys reacted. They knew the UAV was owned by the Air Force and had probably been used by the FBI, and the radar operator would've tracked its deliberate-seeming zigzag descent and straight-line attack on Mom and Dad's room, so our security would believe the Government.