This would be the last time before the summer break that I will have his cock in me and it had to last. I would have like to stay put and enjoy the mo...ent to the fullest but I knew that my mum would be in soon and she wouldn't understand how a father and a daughter can be this close at times."I just wish you wasn't going back to that place," he said zipping up his pants while watching me dress."Dad we've discussed this time and time again over the last two weeks," I said, "You know I can't. It was a wonderful room, and did have lots of nice features,but i think he was milking the situation a bit. He was telling us about theconvenience bar, VCR, computer connection, big screen TV, whirlpool bath etc.Even when he opened the curtains to a breathtaking view of San Francisco Bay, and much more, the bellman's eyes hardly left slave's body. i think slave'sleather jewelry gave the bellman permission, in his mind, to stare at slave'sbody without reproach. i looked at Master and He smiled.. But dealing with the emotional changes of her transformation, and the effects that transformation had on those around her, was not so easy.She'd come home, that Saturday, with her lips clamped firmly together, determined not to cry. Don had seen at once there was something wrong.'What's the matter, sweetheart?' he asked, drying his hands and leaving the washing-up in the sink. He came to her side and took her hand. 'Tell your dad what's wrong.''I think I need another talk with Aunt Celia, '. My story starts when I was fourteen almost fifteen. I would have to say that I was a normal boy who noticed all things beautifully physical about girls. I never thought for a moment that I would become a female. I was infatuated with the opposite sex. I looked forward to ritualistic dating and perhaps even to have sex with a girl. I guess that is what's called pubescent hormonal fantasy.***School was just about to end; Summer Vacation was just about to start. I was so looking forward to the.