I could not hold back screaming. The windows started fogging up from our body heat. I was sweating; but then I begged again not to stop…The stranger...was starting to grunt and growl. I knew he would be coming soon. And then it happened, a car pulled up right next to us and parked. I was starting to feel my orgasm and I opened my mouth to scream loud; but the stranger put his hand over my red lips to muffle my sounds.I watched outside as someone got out of the car; just in time as I started to. Go ahead Cindy.”Cindy took my hand and lead me to the makeup table and sat me down looking away from the mirror. She took off her blouse and jeans. This left her in a red bra, black panties, red garter belt and red fishnet stockings. She then went to work on me.“Please Aunt Hazel. You don’t have to do this to me.” I pleaded.Her cruel reply, “But you are getting exactly what you wanted, sissy!”She was right. There was a stirring of my penis.Aunt Hazel and Todd watched Cindy work for a bit before. But after a couple weeks we realized that this bird was going to make. He was already making leaping hops out of the cage which we never shut the front door. It needed to have all the room a wild bird could get. So this bird quickly adjusted to having only one leg and one wing. Which the wing healed quickly so I question it’s break. But ‘one of the family’ this bird became so we had to name it. Sandra came up with the perfect name of ‘Lone Star,’ since the mockingbird is the state bird of. As each day passed my doubt was slipping away, and I felt more determined than ever to be Daddy’s obedient little girl. No one in my life had ever filled me with such purpose, all while unlocking my budding sexuality. In my mind, I now belonged to Daddy.I checked my computer and saw a message 12 minutes prior from Instructor Mike:“I hope the little clitty sissy slept well last night and enjoyed the surprise on the tape. Your Daddy is having a good time up in Cape Cod but looks forward to.