I'd talk to him from somewhere around 10:00 in the morning to somewhere around 1:00 in the afternoon. Most days, not all; there were times, when our d...scussions had been particularly intense, that I needed a break and took one. Other days I'd log back on with him soon afterwards, or even extend our talk, if I'd thought of something more to say.But the regular afternoon sessions were history; it was too much for me. And I usually took weekends off, although not always; I had the freedom to make. ‘NO! NO! I’M COMING, HOLD ON!’ Don yelled, as he tried once more to regain his feet. ‘DADDY! DADDY’ he heard through the fog. ‘DADDY WAKE UP, DADDY!’ Grace yelled, terrified by the screams coming from her father as he rolled around in bed. Don jerked upright as Grace’s voice penetrated his nightmare. ‘Daddy, are you all right?’ she asked, calming quickly once she saw he was awake. ‘Did you have a bad dream?’ Don was wide awake now as he saw Grace standing beside his bed in her little. She held me till I was back in control. "It's supper time, and there are some people I want you to meet." When I l turned and saw her, I froze, and stared. Looking back at me was an attractive, middle-aged woman wearing a dress, her hair in curls to her shoulders. "This is how I look whenever possible. I hate pretending to be a man, but sometimes for school business it is necessary." But you said you were really a guy..." Which do you think is the real me, Robert or Roberta?" Her voice was. "There, there, my pretty little baby," she whispered, as she then usedsome unknown cording to tie the stocking tightly in place around myscrotum.Then the lovely, powerful perfume was gone and I knew she had risen to hersplendid, high heeled feet. I felt tears of terrible frustration leak frommy wide, sex shocked eyes through the nylon stocking hood and theblindfold. I uttered well-gagged pleas for mercy and release. I also tookthe strangest and darkest pleasure in my tight and perverse bondage..