She kept reminding me of my reward soI kept typing. When I was done Abby clapped her hands and said:"Good little girl! Now print it out sissy."I prin...ed it and took the paper back to the bed where Abby allowed me toread it in silence while she stood over me watching me blush in shame.Here is what I had written:1) I am a sissy because I am wearing my little sister's pink panties2) I am a little girl because I want to wear pretty training bras3) I'm a sissy because I love to play with barbies4). My cousin Kurt seems to have come out because his Mustang was sitting at the front of the driveway. Some motorcycles...Amy, Danielle, Carlos, Jasmine, Nicky...Jasmine? Why the fuck is she here? Jasmine would be one of my exes from a few years back and not one I get-on well with today. This better not be some plan to try putting us back together... I'll deal with it later.The music coming from the house was a bit loud, but over it I could already hear hooting and hollering through the industrial. The house was surrounded by a moat and outside of that by a circular bank. I was peering closely at it when Freddie came in with Harry and a visitor, a young man wearing a loud check sports jacket."Ahha," said the visitor, in an ear splitting Brooklyn accent. "You're admiring my new home. Whaddya think?" This is Ross," said Clegg introducing me. "Larry Ross." Sure, sure," the visitor said. "I've heard about you. Big help around here."I tried to smile modestly but it was difficult to hide the. He unzipped the onesie I was wearing and ran his hand down my body towards my soaked vagina. He finally reached his destination and felt how wet I was. He softly moaned as he stuck his finger inside me. It was the best feeling I’ve probably ever had. My knees became weak, my breathing shallow, but entirely in the direction I wanted this to go. He pulled back, grabbed my hand and lead me towards the back of the barn. We started kissing again, things picking up where we had just left off. It.