They lived in a small cracker box suburban home on a very small lot. In about 1950 the mother’s brother came to live with them. Leslie, for that w...as the boy’s name, adored his uncle, a short wiry man an ex British Paratrooper who had fought in North Africa against the Nazi’s. Leslie could sit and listen to his uncle tell stories of his adventures for hours. The uncle for his part started buggering the boy almost immediately, and the boy loved that too. By the time the boy was ten he was. Her legs weakened and, for a moment, she swayed, silently swooning, wondering if she would fuck the dog.Laddie barked his welcome and came bounding down the wooden steps. He jumped on Christine, His large front paws on her tits. He was anxious to lick her cunt and taste her gooey fuck cream."This is a nice place, Chrissy," Tracy said, glancing around."I know," Christine giggled, turning her face away from Laddie's slapping tongue. "C'mom, Laddie. stop licking and meet your new friend." She. She looked both elegant and ultra sissy at the same time.It made her want to swoon. "Don't forget to breathe now, silly sissy."And Pansy took as deep a breath as her tightly laced corset would allow."Now, before you stand up, let's get your clothes back on, shall we."The last thing that she wanted to do in the world was to put back onthose ugly man clothes. Still, she had to obey.Gingerly pulling up the legs of her pants, Pansy lifted up her ass andstarted buckling the buckle. As she did that. We have things to do Miss Sandeman.” I nod, but my gut tightens as I already dread the turn this conversation was taking He open the brown leather hold-all and this time produces 4 lengths of black cord and a blindfold, oh fuck I’m thinking, what is he going to do to me this time.He then picks up my chair from behind my desk and places it in the middle of the ops room, “Ok let’s get started ... pull up your skirt for me and sit in the chair.” I pull up my skirt this time showing my black.