She understood what I am trying to do.She tried to get up from the bed saying this is not right. She tried to run away again. I told her please suck i...t please. I acted like my balls are so big and it will literally blow off. I was begging like Yamini please please Yamini please. She reluctantly sat in the bed. I tried to shove my dick in her sweet mouth. She didn’t open her mouth saying I didn’t do that to my dad even. She said, “I’m not a slut”. I was still begging open your mouth sweety like. Treya had sold her own elderly horse before they left, and although Bobo hadn’t sold Rose yet, she was too old to take on a winter trek to the north.“I take it the conversation didn’t go well?” Katrin asked, coming over to stand near him.“No. Even Treya doesn’t hate me this much.”She laughed. “Treya’s too nice. If you hadn’t stuck that thing on her forehead, you two would probably get along.”“And you?”“Eh. You’re all right.”He snickered. “Thanks.”“What were you talking about?”“I was just trying. "These will be look great in our picture album." She then told me to sit down on the couch. She directed me to apply pink nail polish to my toenails, the same color as my pale pink panties and corset. It wasn't easy, since the corset made it hard to bend over and my breathing was already labored. As my toenails dried, she had me file and then apply the pink nail polish to my finger nails. "You're going to be such a beautiful Sissy," Mistress gushed. She then showed me how to roll up each pink. "Well honey, you can still do that," said her mother, "You'll just graduate a year earlier, then I'm sure Angie will join you."Beth did not seem satisfied with that answer and she began to cry again, "She has ruined our plan, Mom, I guess she didn't want it as much as I do."Sheila moved up on the bed and took her daughter into her arms, "Baby, it's all gonna work out fine, you'll see."Beth settled into her mother's arms, instantly feeling better."Thanks, Mom," she said, looking up to give her.