“We should talk...”“Of course,” Michael replied, his voice a husky growl. “Anything you want...”Brandi’s words caught in her throat as t...he demon’s fluttering fingers found their way up her skirt and began to softly press against her already-damp underthings. He knew how to play her body like an instrument ... but she knew that if she didn’t talk to him before they did what their bodies were desperate to do, she’d never be able to look herself in the mirror again.“Stop...” she moaned, and. My heart raced as I feared that any second now the lights would come on and everyone would be staring at us, their eyes filled with condemnation and disgust. Their judging glares sentencing me to hell as I so clearly took advantage of my cousin. Who could suspect that sweet, innocent looking Samantha had been the one to initiate this act of public i****t?I felt a new hand on my arm and I turned to look. The woman next to us leaned close, her finger pressed against her lips, indicating for us to. At the time Jane used to do all this for me in the hope thatone day my desire for dressing would be killed off so to speak, at thetime Jane didn't know of the affair Jessica and I were having.Jane and I had a computer and I used to write fantasy stories, beingforced to dress, being made to walk miles in high heels, even I wroteabout myself being 12 years old and living with my old child minderAunt Mae, in this fantasy I was being made to dress as a little girl24/7. Jane had found the stories. "He was so obviously embarrassed, and I was so angry," I continued, "thatI did keep him in the frock for a while. I am a firm believer in thatprinciple; you know the one, where your child smokes a cigarette and youmake them finish the whole pack? So I had him do the chores he'd neglectedduring the day in a dress. I told him that if he so much as slips hisshoes off or hitches his skirt up he'll be out on his arse."Mother laughed, glancing behind her at Adam, who stood there humiliated,but still,.