.............Weeks went by and everything became a daily routine. I flirted with Chrisevery chance I could get. He just laughed it off, but I knew wha...t he wasthinking "If only she was older."My parents came a lot more and stayed for some of therapy sessions. On thedays they were there Ms. Banks didn't have to teach me how to be a girlbecause it would have been a hard thing to explain why she was teachingstuff I should know.One day I had a short session with Ms. Banks, she said I was. That is how I thought it could go. Then again, if I chickened out, I could still just let him blow me and I wouldn’t have to do anything myself. How I reacted to him touching me...shocked me. I wanted to touch him. I asked him if I could touch it. I was being the aggressor. I didn’t need to be convinced or tricked or seduced, I wanted to touch his cock. He wasn’t quite hard yet. He stopped touching me and allowed me to reach over and grab him. I was only touching him four maybe five seconds. I tensed and you slowed down, knowing my pussy was stretching to accommodate your cock pushing inside me. you slowly pushed it in, sliding deeper just a little each time, until your cock was fully inside me.The whole time, you where ever so slowly sliding your hand up and down my soft sissy clit, rubbing the underside on each soft, easy stroke.Oh, Amber, your doing great, your clit is so soft and feminineyour nipples are all hard and taut and your pussy is full of my cock, giving you. “Ok Babygirl, I brought you something special tonight- but you gotta sit up like this.”I let my Dad move me, easily being pulled to the edge of the bed.“Now Princess, you have to remember the rules. You have to be quiet and listen to your Daddy…”Rubbing my eyes, still trying to adjust to the dark, I could not help but yawn.“What is it, Daddy? I'll be good...” I yawned again, trying to look at his face through the darkness.“You'll see,” He replied back quickly.I heard him unwrapping something.