Usually she looked forward to these dance parties, as a form of making money and expressing herself, but she’d never done a party this big. They got... out and approached the house. All the lights were blazing, and some kid they didn’t know let them in. The parties were usually downstairs and tonight was no exception. The huge basement ran the length and breadth of the house. There was a small bathroom downstairs she could change into. She’d brought her CDs, but sometimes the guys had music they. "Do you want this sissyboy?" Please! Please!" I begged. "I want you to made a good sissy out of me, pleaSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE." I screamed as Sam made the first of many thrust into my awaiting love canal.It hurt like hell at first. But after awhile the feeling changed from hurt to very good to even better than good, to great. Back and forth we went. I wanted Sam to put little Sam deeper into me. After my third orgasm, I felt Sam tense up. I knew what was coming so I buried Little Sam in a. She felt as if a blanket had been thrown over her desire to experiment and to taste the tangy spice of life in all its imperfections.When her father's closest friend, Major Wilson a widower with a large estate in the Hampshire's offered to make her the mistress of all of his extensive fortune, she accepted with an air of resignation that bordered on the edge of madness realizing that she was totally and undeniably trapped in the circle of wifely duties and approaching motherhood. It was. There were police among the crowd, removing people who were too obviously intoxicated, but not everyone who’d been drinking was giving themselves away. There were a few people, Holly noticed, who didn’t seem to be anxious. A few who were stretching, and laughing, and seemed to be catching up with friends. Those were mostly older men. They probably ran every year, and for them it was a reunion. For everyone else, the wait was just silence and anxiety. Holly waited, wondering how sensible this.