After the Kiddush and blessing overthe bread I got up to get a small drink and retrieve my special food.On the way I met a man holding his daughter. ...She was cute in her pajamas."Hello, little one," I said to this baby. "What is your name?" Rachel," replied the father."How old are you?" Eight months."She started to cry."What is wrong, little one?" I asked."She is tired." You are fighting sleep?" I asked.She gave me a frown that was threatening to become a cry."I'll sing to you," I told her. . . Non, non. N'essayez pas de vous asseoir. Comment vous sentez-vous?"Fear gripped me as my surroundings came into focus, and I tried to ask where I was, but all that came out was a croaking sort of cough."Ne bougez pas, s'il vous plait." He put a hand on my chest lightly to restrain me. "L'infirmière est en train d'apporter de l'eau."Once I realized that there were no restraints holding me to the bed, and that there didn't seem to be anyone around but the doctor attending me — and he didn't. Unsatisfied with just her neck, he licked her collar bone and down to her chest to nip at her nipples, already standing at attention. He wet her up and bit down on her. Loving the mixture of pleasure with a bit of pain, she moaned and bit her lip. "Open up your legs baby," he ordered in a husky voice. No longer thinking, she obeyed immediately. He twitched his hard throbbing dick at her moist lips sending more of her juices cascading down her thighs. Instinctively, she thrust her hips toward. .. now 20... now 15... 10. You're 10 years old." I'm 10." It's time to for you to get dressed... like a good girl."Maria proceeded to help Tim out of his male clothes and slip into a dressing gown he had. She had him sit at his make-up table. She did his face and brushed his hair. When she was done, Maria helped Tim into a pretty yellow, calico dress covered with small red flowers. She tied a pink ribbon in his hair, and had him put on some white dress shoes."You look so pretty now, Cindy..