I don't know what's in that flour, but when you eat stuff that's made from it you get fat. You've put on weight since you ate the donuts. It's not att...ractive, and if you eat any more donuts with that flour in them, you're going to get fatter. That's why I have to get rid of it."He expected her to burst into tears and tell him he was a heartless jerk for telling her she was getting fat, but to his surprise she reacted the opposite way."Yes, I am getting fat," she said, leering at him some more.. He thrusts and thrusts harder; he comes into me, and slips out. A second shaft enters, thrusts, thrusts, comes, and leaves. A third follows then a fourth and a fifth. My back burns from the caning. Where the cane has cut into the skin, I feel the sting of the sweat that covers my back; some of it is even my own. They have me kneel again; I feel the semen of many men slipping out of me.They tie me to a chair, my hands behind its back. My breasts exposed. I tremble with fear when I realize they. Our coming together must be a sign from God that we should find some way to solve this together must it not?Sister Michaela is a different case, she steals. Every time her time comes”“Her ... time?”“Her womanly time. We are not freed from Eve’s curse by being nuns, more’s the pity. She has returned from the village with all sorts; a blacksmith’s hammer, a jug of ale, even “ here she dropped her voice “the prostitute’s ‘equipment’” The Abbot was a man of the world enough to know what that was. With that knowledge, each and every babysitting night alone at their house, became a sexual adventure, into the pleasures of feminine lingerie.It had to come then as it did, a date with fate so powerful that it almost destroyed me.For some time I was no longer satisfied with only wearing a panty, a bra, a girdle, a slip or a nightgown and jerking off. I wanted to go all the way. I wanted to fully dress as a woman.Once born, this idea transcended desire and lust. This idea would not leave me, or.