My legs would not hold me up that second; she called me Bobby in the same voice I know oh so well. I turn back as more tears flow down my cheeks, I’...m so happy I could fly. “Oh my God, Jewels I missed you so much!”I'm not sure how it happened, but I’m holding her in my arms; I kiss her for the first time in all most fifteen years. I’m so happy to have her back in my life, I’m not thinking of anything for the moment. I finally set her back on the ground. “Jewels before, why didn’t you say. Janice was in fact, that very woman that my mother most often used, as an example, to prove my failings. Janice was good. I was bad. In my mother's mind, my being more around Janice, being in her house and seeing her life, would only rub in deeper the salt into my wounds.What happened, my mother could never have foreseen. My mother's sole intentions were to punish me. She was not in the slightest bit interested, in changing me into the fantasy daughter, she had never had. I doubt, even today,. For the past six months, Paul had decided not to free Sissy's cock--or notfor longer than a few hours, at most, anyway. Then, while Sissy waschained to his bedroom wall, Paul stroked the boi's flaccid prick,tormenting Sissy for hours, but refusing to let Sissy ejaculate. WhenPaul had asserted his mastery of Sissy long enough to suit himself, he'dlocked the miserable slut back inside the cock cage and commanded Sissyto suck his cock.During the six months of his year-long probation, Sissy had. So I sort of mumbled to her, “Look, I’m really sorry…” She cut me off. “Shut up, just shut up.” “Okay,” I said slowly. “He was a prick and a drunk,” she snapped. “I didn’t want him dead, but I did want him out of my life.” “Really.” I was taken aback at her forward nature. I hadn’t expected her to be so open with me. She stared at me. Finally her shoulders slumped. “Oh, shit,” she slammed out. “I said too much, didn’t I?” “It’s okay. Just between you and me. A little venting is good for the.