And departed one another and came down to party hall, no one doubt on us, we had dinner along relatives, all are went to their homes, only our family ...members and S.I.L(actually she is two year elder to me in relation she is my uncle’s daughter ) other family members are tired with all house hold work of birthday party, I went to my room and waited for her,, that is 2bhk home in one bed room my sister and his husband with her son, in small hall there my aunt had her bed,, she has to come my room. "My girlfriends would have shit fit too, if they saw me hanging around with a musclebound moron like you," she laughed, "so I guess we have something in common after all."It ended on a lonely country road, when he tried to "persuade" her to give him head. "It's my way or the highway, girlie." Two hours it took her to walk back to civilization.Tilda was older and wiser now, but that didn't diminish her loneliness, her desperate craving for simple human touch. She needed someone who would caress. (I stick out my tongue) I cravediscipline. (I slap my thigh). I deserve to be corrected every day. (Islap my rear) I crave to be penetrated. (I point to my sissy vagina).It is my duty to be pretty every day. (I spin) It is a privilege to wearmy pretty dresses, my uniform, and my lingerie. (I flounce my skirt). Ilove to wear makeup, my high heels, and my corset. (I point to therespective clothing) I will curtsey after every order. (I curtsey again)My tiny sissy clitoris needs to be. A bit awkward at first but we spent two hours making lists, phoning Dr LeBrun in Nantes and booking hotels. I think I've made a friend. Vera told me what a relief it was that someone was organising R. I suspect that R may have been panicking and last night's invitation wasn't just to make me feel useful.Off to the library to make a start on this week's essay. Having to watch the clock and make a list of Things To Be Done. High powered executive stuff. Made good start on essay. Then to.