"It's all right," Manuel said soothingly. "You no want, I not angry."Renee opened her eyes wonderingly. Manuel was smiling as he aimed his hose and th... thick, yellow stream of hot urine shot out to strike her breasts.The hot spray stung acidly on her skin and Renee tried to get up, to get away. Her own bladder was still dumping its load and she heard it as a distant tinkle in the toilet bowl.Manuel held her shoulder with his free hand, his fingers biting into her flesh until the pain. To her men are simplyuseless things attached to a penis. She thought the best way to forgetone cock was with another. When you don't have regular sex it can besurprising how you don't really miss it that much, but having that nightwith him got the flames of desire burning again, I wanted more. I gladlyagreed to go along. I wore a straight shoulder length blond wig; I puton my adhesive breast forms, a waist cincher, and thigh highs. I wore nobra or panties, but put on a shimmery black dress that. ”Rhee wrapped me up and whispered, “Poor baby.” She then lightly put her lips on mine and kissed me. I could feel the love in that long, light kiss. I disengaged our mouths but tilted my head so that my forehead rested on hers and I could look through my lashes at her eyes.“Okay, Rhee. You’ve read me the riot act. I’ve got it. I’ll try not to feel sorry for poor old me, on whose shoulders all the world’s hopes rest.”Then I grinned at her, a grin that she returned in spades.We did go for ice. Frustrated and humiliated I fight back the tears as I hear you stamping down the hall way towards my room."Just what was that show all about you little whore, and what the fuck are you wearing?" You are furious and I can see your chest rising and falling rapidly as you fight to keep some control."You've never complained before Daddy. As I remember you kinda liked me dressed like this. But if you want me to take it off then that's fine by me!"I pull off the shirt and throw it at you, my breasts.