It was a strangefeeling, not having anywhere to be...not having anything to do. Ishould have been excited, giddy even. I was given permission to dowha...tever I wanted...to enjoy myself, and I had earned it, hadn't I? ButI started to worry, to feel lost...I didn't have such a great trackrecord of making my own decisions. What if I fell back into my selfish,slutty habits and got in trouble again? I would have ruined what hadbeen a perfect day and set me further back on the road to perfectsissydom.. I missed Thomas. I missed the chance ofsaving him from the kidnappers.Things went worse as the weeks went on. Thomas was not returned. The Presslost interest in the story. The Police were at a standstill. The onlything left was an empty chair where Thomas sat when we ate, and silence.Silence is the worst thing. When Mum would look at me, I would think whatshe was thinking. Sometimes I wished that it were me that was kidnapped.It is not because I wanted to; it was just hard watching Mum miss. “No it’s not, it’s all about new beginnings and new beginnings need new things” I said. Mom went to the sofa and sat down and I sat next to her as she peeled the paper from her gift and opened the box to reveal a very short and very stretchy mini skirt, “Honey… wow…. Do you really think I could get away with wearing this? This looks like something girls your age would wear, and besides, I don’t have anyone to wear it for”.“Oh yeah you can get away with wearing it” I said with a big smile, “and. But I am pretty sure that he shot almost as much cum into my mouth as his father had a little while ago.I almost didn't gag at all. I suppose what they is true. Practice makes perfect. I don't mean to imply that I could now provide a perfect blowjob. But I seemed to be getting better at it.I waited until his cock was completely drained and then I straightened up again. I looked up at Craig. He had a silly grin on his face. He was still bright red and his breath was still a little ragged. But he.