I’m not saying we were perfect kids, but the punishments didn’t really fit the crimes! She’d say things like “If you’re going to live with m... you’re going to respect me!” or“I will not have you turn out like your mother!”“It’s not my job to love you, just keep you alive!”Who knows, maybe she has good intentions, but it has never felt like it. Michael and I regularly complained to one another, and talked about running away or telling someone, in particular, our social worker, Nicole. We were. Carefully, I pressed against the handle and immediately the tool continued to penetrate until the handle touched John's pee slit. I could not believe that this long rod was completely in John's urethra. I had to admit that I had lost my bet. John now demanded redemption from me, and I could see the extreme excitement that caused the rod in his cock and the anticipation of a great orgasm in him. I asked John if he could feel the end of the screwdriver in his body. John only groaned "very deeply". ”Camryn’s face was about to pop in tears. “Please Corey.” Corey obeyed leaving the room with her clothes in her hand.As the door shut Camryn scurried up to lock it. I followed crawling from under the bed. I was going to put my clothes on and leave. The lock clicked and Camryn pounced on me; I was almost all the way out.“I’m ready, we can do it now.”“What?”“We can have sex, right now.” She was laying on my back pinning me down.“I don’t want to anymore, your sister ruined sex for. They didn’t know that I cross dressed as often as I could and so instead of being embarrassed I was actually quite aroused by the idea.I went home that night with stockings, suspenders, bra, knickers and shoes belonging to the girl whose house we were in at the time. I couldn’t have her blouse, skirt or blazer because she would need them and didn’t have a spare and so another girl promised to bring her spare clothes the next day together with a long haired wig for me to wear.I went to the.