She dressed in short pants and a short-sleeved shirt. She looked herself in the mirror. With her ultra short hair, under-developed body, and the cloth...s, she looked like a boy. Her lips were a bit girly, but she could not do anything about it. She was kind of happy her breasts didn't really grow yet beyond small molds, and her shapes were not yet that much different than a boys.She went downstairs, and prepared breakfast. Normally it was other way around, as her uncle would get up early and. "We'll do this until you admit it is yours, you disgusting tramp." Over and over, the vibration flooding through her blood into her cunt, heat and pain mixing with wet pleasure. His hand smacked down into her endlessly, and her snarls turned to a sob, then a soft wail.Finally she just lay still, surrendering, then shuddered and sobbed. "It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, just please stop hitting me, it's mine."A shriek as he slapped her ass again. "You fucking cunt, can't keep your legs. "Atelan grabbed Lissa's hand affectionately. "I've seen your navel lots of times."Lissa touched the back of her neck. " Ah, But that's different. That's private."The portaler changed the subject. "Lissa, have you ever thought about telling your mother. You know, about you and me."The mover paused for a second. "All the time," she said at last. "My relationship with my mom has always been based on trust. I always told her everything. Now there's something I can't talk to her about. And I want. So what will it be? Skirt or blouse? Maybe you’d like to see some of my creamy white cleavage, spilling over my bra? Perhaps, you want to see my stockings? I thought about hold-ups, but a girl knows when a little class is called for. After all, I’m class aren’t I? I’m the girl you dream about. I’m the girl on the beach that all the others are glancing at, jealously. I turn away slightly and spread my legs, just a little, so you can see how my peachy, cheeky ass strains against my skirt. I.