Whatever the rope had been attached to, above the barrel, was nowhere to be seen. And if this rope was operating on a pulley mechanism, where was the ...rest of the rope? Where was the other half of the mechanism? Where was the rope that was supposed to extend from the other side of the faraway pulley?I pulled the rope farther into the barrel and tied it to the broken barrel rim to assure that it didn't get away from me again. Then I started searching, in vain, for the other half of the. I hesitated but soon found it impossible to resist. "So...so do boys come to you often, have you done it before?" "Ok to be honest with you, yes I have done it before, it’s one of the other reasons I got kicked out of school. But I have a relationship with what we would call feminization or sissification which goes beyond the lives of others…. I was a little boy just like you. One day about 8 years ago….when i was 12, I had to go live with my uncle. He sissified me and made me into the girl I. Jake is almost six inches taller than I am, and that’s if I’m wearing heels and I still managed to take him and it had nothing to do with him going easy on me,’ Caitlin said, helping Jake up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Caitlin, can I ask you a question?’ Craig asked, walking into the living room where Caitlin was folding laundry. ‘Sure Craig, what’s up?’ Caitlin said, not looking up. ‘I know I shouldn’t ask this, but how old were you when dad raped you? And how old were you when I was. If I want you to look at something I willtell you.? Suddenly he pinched me hard on the buttock where he had slappedme making me writhe up with shock and pain. I raised my head and exhaled sharplyand caught sight of the reflection in the mirror. I was pale and bent in submissionand he stood behind me in jeans and dark sweat shirt, confidently and coldlyappraising my nakedness. ?Stay bent and part your arse cheeks with your hands.? Withtrembling hands I parted myself, tensing at the act of such.