“Told, you. Didn’t I?”“Urrry!”This was all she got. Camilla hated goo. Holding her waist, I pulled out to the very tip, ...thenpushed myself in. I went all the way down. Camillagrunted, then wagged her tail. I pushed really hard.Camilla wagged her buttocks again. “Nyeshhh! Nyeshhh!” (Yes! Yes!)I seated myself hard, drawing a gasp (not from herbutt cheeks, but from the depth) then worked forevery millimeter of fit. Going in and out, tip toend, I tried. As the door opened, I raced to my position, but it was too late. My punishment was to include a fisting and a severe flogging with the Cat o' Nine Tails whip. First, I was led to Master's basement dungeon, and ordered onto the examination table. This is a cushioned, three-way folding bench that raises and lowers. The frame is made of chrome tubes, so it is easy for him to bind me in any position necessary. Master instructed me to assume Position # 31, which is on my knees, my arms straight down. Mummy – Are nahi, Bareilly to bohut door hai, main ghar pe kya bolungi.Javed – Please meri Leela jaan, kuch bhi bahana bana lo. Please chalo na, maine saari taiyaari kar rakhi hai. Sleeper bhi book kara rakha hai. Bohut maza aayega.Mummy Javed ka matlab samajh gayi aur apni chut ko nighty ke upar se dabane lagi.Mummy – Ok thik hai. Main aaungi.Javed – Thank you meri Leela jaan. Bohut maza aayega. Bohut din ho gaye tere honthon ka ras chankhe.Mummy – Chalo rakhti hu. Bye.Fir woh din aa gaya jab. I have a pair of pink pajamas. No, that's not right.Amanda has a pair of pink pajamas that Crystal gave her the sameChristmas she gave me this diary. They are the only thing I have thatmake me feel like who I really am. I don't wear them a lot because I'mafraid my mom will catch me and then it would be World War 3."Francine frowned as her mind tried to comprehend what she was reading.She was trying to put all the pieces together, but found it hard tobelieve that her son felt like a girl. He was.