I had no body hair and a penis so small, my panties made it almost disappear. Which was OK by me, but I wore baggy clothes every day so I could keep m...y secret.CHAPTER 1Summer was here finally here, no more jocks to push me around and I felt like celebrating. I ran up to my room, stripping as I went to pick out my sexiest outfit, a matching pink lace pants and bra, with thigh hi black stockings that had pink ribbons. I threw on baggy sweats a tiny bit of pink lipstick. As I left the house to. For the first time,Daphne thought she could actually come! Fred shuddered, groaned and came. Daphne stopped and stared down at him. 'You spurted?' He turned his face away from her accusatory eyes and mumbled, 'I couldn'thelp it, you were so sexy…' 'Oh, it's my fault, is it?' Daphne slipped off hiswilting cock and scooped up her knickers. 'Fine!' The bathroom door slammed and Fred sighed again. He rattled thehandcuffs and wondered how long Daphne would be in the bathroom as he was alittle. He has such a dainty way about him. I sometimes make him dress up for me. I make him wear his red lace panties and his pretty soft red panty hose. I have a special dress that I allow him to wear for special occasions. Tonight will be a special night. I tell him how to dress and then I change into my long flowing black silk robe. I sit at my vanity table brushing my long red hair while I patiently wait for my bitch to come to me. I hear him enter my room and I slowly turn on my chair to see him. I got sentenced here for 20 years. Just got in last night. And you are?" Oh, where are my manners? My name is Priscilla, Priscilla Pussington. Everybody calls me Pussy. Don't talk to me too much. Do you see that guard over there? Her name is Matron Bertha. She is very jealous of anyone I talk to. I kind of belong to her, I guess. It's complicated."Heidi was counting for Priscilla and they were up to 35. Only 25 more to go for the routine. Each time Pussy came up, her pointed breasts rubbed.