What time are the reservations for?"I was still breathless. Hadn't she felt it? Whatever it was... that spark... that feeling as if our souls had touc...ed? I fought for control. "One fifteen," I muttered.She turned off her shower and walked out into the dressing room. "We'd better hurry. We can borrow a hair dryer from the front desk."We helped each other dress, and I must admit that when were finished, we looked pretty foxy. Brenda, as I think I've mentioned before, is absolutely gorgeous. Her. "We need to make sure we've got everything right for when you visit yourdad on Saturday," Elaine had said, tactfully reminding me of the reason Iwas doing this in the first place. The image of dad in his cotton printdress had been on my mind most of all. I desperately wanted him to knowthat I still loved him, no matter what he did. If my dressing as a womanwould help, then so be it.With dinner ended, my makeover began with Elaine waxing my arms, legs,chest and back. This was quite a painful. I complied with her order. I wouldn’t do anything to try and avoid her advances. Amy had a hold of the one thing she knew would control me. Amy directed me just where she wanted me we rode close to where we had played with my sister, Belinda, and Lisa. “Get off the bike” she said. So I did what she said not saying a word, nor did I look to see if she still had the rope. To my dismay she roped me again. Once I couldn’t move she tied me to a tree and secured me tight. Amy even. I sucked licked and dideverything she asked of me. It was like I passed into a dream, where Iwas floating and the only thing I knew was how good it felt and that Ineeded more of this. Mistress Margaret told me she could undress me butshe found a sissy in a skirt with no panties on more erotic.Immediately I felt so much more helpless, because she brought this to myattention and started to squirm. Mistress Margaret made me turn towardsMistress and lean forward a little. Mistress was breathing in.