I first applied my slutty glitter powder to my baby smooth, white ass, as well as around my lil hairless, sissy package and some down my thighs. I sli...d the new sheer white lace top stockings up my shapely feminine legs and attached them to my new extra lacy white satin garter belt and matcking thong panties. I heard Ricky call out to me in a very masculine deep voice to ask if i was ready. Its then that i realised this is real. not just me fantasizing. I was dressing up like a whore to. We said that of course she could, she could stay the whole week.Well, I had seen photos of Gemma on Facebook, and she had obviously taken after her mum, but nothing prepared me for the gorgeous, sexy, young woman, dressed in a short skirt and skimpy top, who met me and my daughter at the train station. She flung her arms round us, hugging and kissing us, much to the entertainment of passers-by. She had definitely grown up and I was very aware of the development of a very nice pair of tits which. The scream torn from my lips rang out in the empty room. The burning took seconds to reach my brain. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. By time my breathing returned, the crop was already on its way down, this time finding my other inner thigh, the sensitive flesh leading up to my pussy. “OOOOOWWWWW,’ NNOOO mooore,” I screamed, tears running down my face. My legs pulled on the ropes, trying to close them, to prevent you from inflicting any more pain on me, but you had done a good. "Now you wash," Sally said, as though she were talking to a child. She handed a wash cloth and a bar of soap to the girl. Connie looked at the two articles blankly for a moment, as though she couldn't figure out what they were for, then she smiled meekly and held them under the spray to wet them. Sally pulled the shower curtain around the tub. Then she went to the toilet, closed it, and sat on the lid. She looked at the wall, pointedly ignoring Julie."You don't have to pretend I'm not here,".