At home, Mom taught me everything about being a good girl, how to sit, how to walk, how to get in and out of a car while wearing a short skirt. I beca...e demure and dainty. Mother said that while most girls could display some masculine traits, they could get a way with it because they would always be girls no matter how they walked or talked or dressed. She said that I, however, could not afford the luxury of a masculine thought or action. She said I'd have to be all girl or the boy in me would. .."I didn't want to escape! I just couldn't go to sleep..." And so you think that Alice doesn't love you? Well, you're wrong,Jessica, she does love you. She loves you being a nice obedient doll, andwhen she sees you running away, she's no longer happy..." I was not running away, I..." Hush, now, Jessica." Mrs Gilligham whispered. "So let us say you werenot escaping. Then the penalty won't be as harsh. Were you allowed to getout from your room?" Ugh... No... But..." I don't need any 'but', I've. She's busyunfastening my legs so her body shifts, making her thighs rub against theside of my body... and her arse move in the most gorgeous way. I'mdisappointed when she stops, and gets off both me and the bed."Right.. I think you need a cold shower for now," she says, "And I supposeyou'll have to put your night things back on afterwards. I am going for arun.. I expect my breakfast to be ready when I return." Yes Mistress," I reply getting up stiffly from the bed, and stretching,"What do you. But there ain't nothing like seeing a woman strap on old Tim here," Rick said, reaching down and grabbing Lydia by the wrists at the same time. In a flash the blonde realized what they were going to do to her."Oh God! No!" she cried, staggering back as far as she could. She pulled away wildly. She thrashed her body back and forth, her hanging titties swaying back and forth from the violence of her struggle. Lydia cried out, sobbing and choking as she tried to twist her way free of Rick's hard.