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31. Getting ready for the day ahead. Despite the late night following his first performance Matthew woke surprisingly early Saturday morning. For some time he lay in bed in a green satin nightdress as thoughts of yesterdays events and what was to come today swam around his head. He ran his fingers through his hair, realising that it still held some curl from the night before. He suddenly felt the urge to check himself out in the mirror. He pulled back the covers and stepped over to the dressing table. Instinctively he sat and started to fluff the mussed curls into some semblence of order. He smiled at his refelction at the result, then caught himself as it dawned on him how feminine the act was. He realised how his feminine role was becoming more normal, almost second nature. Although nobody had said anything last night he still worried that his excitement had been noticed through the black costume. But still even the thought that he may have been noticed made him start to stiffen again. He made a mental note to see Ms Short well in advance of the afternoons performance. It would be another long day with the evening show to get through as well. By 9am his reflection had changed. The shower had sadly made the curls fall out and MS Thornbury was all businesslike as she gave Matthew instructions on dress and the day ahead. She seamed a little stressed, anxious maybe. Quite unlike her usual calm authority. This morning he once again had the pastel yellow t-shirt. It was the first overtly feminine top she had given him. Now though it appeared quite tame on the feminine scale. His underwear was new to him, lacey; both bra and thong, in a cream, almost beige colour. The lace design of the bra making a faint imprint of the snug fitting top. It's stretchy material moulded itself to the contours of his chest. His legs already encased in translucent black nylon he stepped into the skirt. He instantly recalled the first time he had been given a skirt, the very same skirt he was stepping into. His semi arousal blossomed into a full hard on stretching his underwear as he fastened the button of the waist. The net underskirt tickling his legs under the black velvet. He stared at the lace trim at its hem, so very feminine he thought. He slipped his feet into his kitten heels and stepped in front of the mirror. From the floor up he delighted in the view before him. The skirt stood out on top of the net underskirt, it was just visible about six inches above his knees. Shrinking down at his waist the skirt ended and his top clung to his torso and then his prominent breasts. The illusion didn't stop there, his face now enhanced with cosmetics, his high arched eye brows framed by his dark hair. Ms Thornbury had tried it a little different this morning leaving a curled under fringe across his forehead. The sides clipped up leaving his ears on show sporting clip on earings for everyone to see. For the first time he thought he looked complete, well almost. He had not said anything but he had started to wish his hair would grow. He had started to wonder how diffenent styles would suit him. He wanted to try things out. "Come along Tilly, Olivia will be hear soon," Ms Thornbury called out from down the hall. "Be right there Ms Thornbury," he quickly called back while still inspecting his reflection. He was eager to catch up with Olivia, they had so much to discuss. Yet still he stared at himself, he started to wonder how he had become so ........feminine. There was no will or even thought to return to being a boy. His only anguish was to not be humiliated, and even that seemed to stimulate him. "Hi" Suddenly broken from his thoughts he looked sideways to the bedroom door. "Olivia!!" he said with delight. a broad smile on his face. "I didn't here you arrive," he stated. "So it seems, you looked lost in your thoughts there. Care to tell me what was holding your attention?" she asked with her head bent to one side. Matthew blushed, not sure he wanted to discuss his inner thoughts, even with Olivia. "I bet I can guess," Olivia stated after a moments silence. "But not just now, we need too get going, come on." "Ok, let me get my bag," Matthew replied. Today was a little different for Matthew, later he would be performing again....twice. But this morning Ms Thornbury had added a purse to his bag. It matched his handbag material and had a gold plated snap closure. She had added a ?10 note she told him, so he could have a pre- show lunch out with Olivia before heading for the theatre. With kit bags and handbags the two of them crunched their way out of the gravel drive and as soon as they got to the path the conversation started. "Now you have done one performance do you feel ok about it?" Olivia asked him. "I was so nervous before hand, I still am to be honest. But it was exhilarating and it does not scare me in the same way." Matthew reached out and took Olivia's hand as they walked. "I wanted to say thank you......for getting me away from Mark." "Oh, that's ok. He can be a bit of an arse at times," she replied and squeezed Matthew's hand. "Olivia,......I........" Matthew faultered, not sure how to say what was on his mind. "Yes.........what is it Tilly?" she asked. "Well.......last night" Matthew sucked in his bottom lip "It.....it sounded like you said you .......that you........." he could not bring himself to say. Fear that he might offend Olivia, fear of knowing the possible truth. Olivia sensed his struggle, guessed his question "Yes Tilly" but she also feared Matthew's reaction to the truth. He had to know though. "I was once........I was born a boy," she waited, turned her head to see his reaction. His face showed no sign of emotion, he kept looking ahead. Stayed silent. As they continued to walk, they continued to hold hands. Matthew was trying to process what he had just been told. 'I've been kissing....a boy......that looks like a girl. A boy! A fucking boy.......and I loved every second.' He found himself once more trying to work out what that made him, but applying a label didn't work. The thoughts kept jumping around 'he was a boy that liked a girl, but was also a boy. He looked like a girl as well' it was all very confusing. "Tilly, are you ok?" Olivia questioned with caution. Matthew looked at Olivia and a smile crept across his face "Yeah!" he said quietly. At that moment Olivia stopped and pulled him into an embrace and before he could react had pressed her red lips against his. Once again they played a physical tongue battle for supremacy. With Matthew's arms around Olivia's neck and Olivia's arms around Matthew's body, Olivia played her winning hand again, her right hand. She went from feeling his bra strap then down to the small of his back then quickly brushed over his fluffed out velvet skirt. Like a tingle of electricity is what it felt like when Olivia's hand brushed against his left thigh through his tights. But the hand didn't stop there, it stroked it's way upwards pulling part of the skirt up with it and although it was not high enough to expose him it felt like it would. His left arm dropped to try and protect himself, but it was too late. His left arm ended up with his elbow tucked in at his side and his hand by his shoulder. The feeling had overwhelmed him, he moaned into the kiss and his body sagged into Olivia and the kissing continued with Olivia's tongue doing all of the probing. Matthew had just melted into her. Olivia knew just how to dominate him, and it turned her on. Cherry felt a little self conscious, sat in the front passenger seat of their car she looked down at her exposed legs. It still felt foreign to her. Cherry had decided to wear the black dress and all of the underwear that Connie had bought. She had not purchased anything else remotely glamourous since then and she did not want another lecture from her about dressing down. She had noticed her husband steeling glances at her, she knew it was affecting him. Cherry was right, Malcolm did his best to keep his eye on the road but could not help looking at his wifes legs. It helped distract him from feeling nervous about seeing the 'devil woman'. But those nervous soon returned as they pulled into Ms Thornbury's gravel drive. He steeled himself, told himself that she could not possibly act up while in the pressence of his wife and son. Ms Thornbury had heard them pull up and came out to greet them. "Cherry! How lovely to see you again," Ms Thornbury said as she held her arms open. Cherry tottered over with a smile on her face. Ms Thornbury clasped Cherry by her shoulders and kissed her left then righ cheek in greeting. She lingered by her right cheek a moment and whispered. "Are you trying to trease me in that dress?" Then pulled back and watched briefly as Cherry blushed "Hello Connie," she replied a little bashful. The moment Malcolm had been dreading had arrived and he tentatively stepped forward and the same ritual was repeated. With a kiss on both of his cheeks Ms Thornbury stepped back. "Malcolm," she stared straight into his eyes, "I've been so looking forward to meeting you again." A feeling of forboding hit him, her stare seemed to penetrate his soul at that very moment. "Come on in," she said to them both and led Cherry up the steps while Malcolm grabbed a bag from the car. Small talk ensued between the two women while Malcolm stepped into the house and closed door behind him. He decided to place the bag down in the hall and followed the sound of the chatting ladies into the front room. He had butterflies racing around his tummy which eased a little on seeing Ms Thornbury and his wife getting on so well. They sat beside each other on the sofa both half turned to face each other. Malcolm edged towards the armchair with the intent to take the weight off his feet. "Would you like a cup of tea Cherry?" she asked. "Oh that would be lovely," she replied quickly, smiling back at Ms Thornbury. Ms Thornbury then turned her head towards Malcolm. "Would you mind Malcolm?" she enquired. Malcolm stopped and turned back towards Ms Thornbury, a little surprised. He was afterall a guest. However, not wanting to cause a scene and to keep him out of the way for a few minutes he accepted. "Er...well...yes, if you like," and turned to walk back out of the front room as the ladies returned to their conversation. Malcolm busied himself in the kitchen, he could remember where everything was kept and soon had three cups filled as he knew they both liked it. Without a second thought he picked up the ladies drinks, one in each hand and walked back towards the front room. Cherry could not help feel exicited in Connie's presence. What had happened on her first visit had stayed fresh in her mind. So when Connie dropped her hand onto her stocking covered knee while they talked made her tingle inside. She struggled to maintain calm breathing, then the hand was dragged away. Malcolm had appeared in the doorway. He stopped dead in his tracks. He had just seen Ms Thornbury's hand appear to stroke his wifes knee. "WHAT ON Earth are you doing Malcolm?" Ms Thornbury asked in what started out as a cold raised voice. "I....I made tea...." he replied a little uncertain as to why she was questioning him. "Turn around and do it properly please," her voice this time even and calm. Malcolm stood, still confused. What exactly did she want him to do he wondered. A few seconds passed before she helped him out "I expect a tray, a teapot, cups and saucers, a milk jug and sugar. Is that clear." her voice now sounding a little berrating. Cherry could not look up at her husband, she could feel his embarressment. Connie appeared to have a way with people, she thought. Her way and her way only. How far could Connie push her husband before he reached a point of argument she wondered. "Right.........erm....ok," Malcolm spluttered in reply then turned and carried the two cups back into the kitchen. His face red, how did she manage it he wondered. He'd been in the house but 5 minutes or so and she had already made him feel small and useless. Some 25 minutes later Malcolm sat in the armchair finishing his own cup of tea. "Thank you Malcolm, that was a lovely cup of tea," Ms Thornbury complimented him. "It just goes to show that if you do it right you get results," she then added. Malcolm now felt silly. Having done what he was asked he was then asked to pour and server the two ladies their tea before doing his own and taking a seat. It was like being a child again, with his mother lecturing him. "So where is my boy, is he not in?" Cherry spoke up. "Oh he's working at the theatre at the moment," Ms Thornbury advised. "He'll be there till quite late but that is part of my surprise," she told them both. Both Cherry and Malcolm looked at Ms Thornbury quizzically. "I am taking you both the the theatre this afternoon, we have a box reserved to see their latest show," she announced. "Where Matthew is working?" Malcolm asked just to confirm his assumption was correct. "Oh yes, of course." "Oh that's lovely, thank you so much Connie," Cherry said almost like an excited school girl. "It's my pleasure." Cherry grinned openly, her happiness very evident. Something Malcolm had not seen in her for many years. It was like she had suddenly come alive since they had arrived. He was a little puzzled. Cherry, despite her excited happy state of mind had noticed that Malcolm was a little quiet. Having watched Connie direct him to make the tea, then correcting him on how to do it properly she guessed that Connie made him nervous. She made a mental note to keep an eye on him. "Right, let's get things tidied up," Ms Thornbury said replacing her cup and saucer on the tray. "Malcolm, would you mind taking the tray out to the kitchen for me?" she asked. Without a word Malcolm got to his feet and took the tray out to the kitchen. Setting it on the side he paused a moment. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to score 'browny points' to get back in favour with this umpredictable woman. Perhaps that was the key he wondered, to avoiding antagonising her, keeping things stable. To try and be helpful, even one step ahead. Surely she would then have little reason to pick on him in any way. He did hate the way she managed to get to him, to put him down. If he could avoid that it would make the visit that much more bearable. On the sofa the two women continued to chat. Cherry suddenly took a quick intake of breath. Her eyes darted down from their conversation to her thigh to see the reason for the bolt of electric that had shot through her. Connie's hand lay palm down across the hem of the dress, her fingers all resting gently on her black nyloned legs. It was too much to hold her composure, she couldn't speak. Just stared at the hand. Both excited and scared. Excited at her touch, but scared that any second Malcolm would appear in the doorway. Ms Thornbury looked at Cherry, watched her reaction. She could sense her nervousness. She too expected Malcolm to appear, she wanted to test his reaction. But he didn't appear. Ms Thornbury slowly retracted her fingers and each finger tip, then nail slid up towards her own palm and Cherry's hem. Cherry let out a quiet involuntary noise; much to her embarressment. She slowly glanced up to see Connie's face. She had a of look of confidence, her eye lids slightly lower than normal. With eye contact Cherry felt once again her strength, her dominance.......and she sensed her lust. As before she could not hold her gaze and looked back down. After what seemed like a full minute was actually over in a mantter of moments. Connie removed her hand and stood up "What's keeping your husband?" and she strode out of the room. Cherry remained on the sofa, taking a moment to calm herself, to compose her thoughts. Ms Thornbury entered the kitchen and noticed immediately that Malcolm was at the sink. "What are you up to Malcolm?" she asked as she walked up behind him. "Oh, I.....um ..just washing up the tea cups," he replied a little startled. "So why did you decide to start clearing up?" she asked. Her tone of voice more like an interigator. "Well I...I ...I thought I w.would be helpful," his reply stuttery and full of nerves as she stood behind him. "Hmmm," Ms Thornbury paused a moment before speaking again. This time her voice more warm "That's very sweet of you........" Cherry suddenly appeared at the door way of the kitchen. "Is it ok to use the bathroom Connie?" "Yes, of course. You remember where it is," Ms Thornbury replied. Cherry turned on her heels and walked away. Ms Thornbury seized the moment while Cherry was out of the way. She edged closer to Malcolm and spoke gently, mockingly towards his left ear. "You're so sweet Mal..Melissa.." Malcolm's heart missed a beat, gasped audibly at her words. "So sweet, you'd make someone a good ..wife one day," she continued. Malcolm's heart beat that bit faster. He stared into the foamy water, his hands no longer active. "Perhaps I should get you a nice frilly appron......" Malcolm was frozen to the spot, his breathing now a little heavy. "...and we know just how much you love sheer stockings.....laaayycceey knickeerss........high heels..." Her words filled his head, then swam around his head pushing all other thoughts out of focus. He still stood at the sink with his hands in the bubbles with his thoughts fully consumed. His trance like state was broken by the touch on the front of his jeans. Ms Thornbury's hand felt through the thick fabric. What she felt was his hard penis. She removed her hand before she spoke again. "Well just as I thought, you are not able to deny your desire to be feminine." Malcolm's face was already hot, yet it filled yet further with heat from his shame at the truth in her words. He couldn't help it, she somehow had made it so appealing to him. His body just reacted at the thought of it. It made him feel all the more vulnerable in her presence. At this point Ms Thornbury had heard the flush of the toilet. "Carry on Melissa, those tea things won't wash themselves." He also knew Cherry would return very soon and he sensed he looked guilty, his face red. He continued the process of washing up and tried to compose himself and hope it didn't notce. Ms Thornbury leant up against the kitchen counter and watched Malcolm while she waited for Cherry. She smiled to herself, knowing she had played both of them. Each felt guilt that they had been inviolved sexually with Ms Thornbury. Each of them were quite desperate to keep it hidden. The big difference between them was that Malcolm was doing his best to get out of her little game and Cherry wanted more even though it was a risk. Her need driven by the excitement of it all and of course her natural desire to be dominated. 32. Family reunion. Malcolm sat in the front room waiting for his wife and Ms Thornbury to finish getting ready. Malcolm's attire of dark blue jeans, pastel blue button up shirt and dark blue pullover was tidy enough, then the ladies made their entrace. His wife was already dressed the part but now had full makeup featuring dark eyes and dark red lips. Her hair was pulled up from her neck with a knot at the back of her head leaving tresses hanging loose at each ear leaving her slender neck exposed. She was quite striking and Malcolm eyed her with admiration. Ms Thornbury presented herself in a bold red wrap over dress. The material swept from wide on her shoulders and across each full breast. Around a third of each globe was exposed. This drew Malcolm's attention briefly before he realised he was staring and averted his gaze. The dress sleeves hugged Ms Thornburys arms right down to her wrists. From the breasts the material swept down to each side of her waist and meeting the material from the back and tied onto a bow on each side. The skirt dropped to just above her knees with a split at the back. Black nylons coated her legs down to black strappy sandals. Bold red nail polish visible through the hue of the material. She wore her hair down across her semi bare shoulders and her make up a slightly lighter tone with a bright red lip colour. Malcolm drove them all in to town which took just over 5 minutes and parked as instructed by Ms Thornbury. It was then just a short walk to the theatre. Led purposefully by Ms Thornbury they swept through the front entrance and into the theatre foyer. without breaking stride she headed straight for a staircase to the right. Both Malcolm and Cherry were in wonder as she was greeted by two theatre employee's by name as she walked past them. There was no checking of tickets and they just followed. They continued up the curved staircase then exited at the second landing. Through a corridor and past a small bar area they said hello to another young lady usher who also appeared to know Ms Thornbury. After one more left turn they arrived at the balcony with four plush dark red seats. The view of the old theatre before them in all of it's glory. The stage almost at right angles to them about 15 feet below them. Ms Thornbury took the first seat, then Cherry and Malcolm after. Ms Thornbury engaged in chat with Cherry about how many years she been frequenting the theatre and how she loved it before excusing herself and leaving the box. "I wonder if we'll get to see Matthew?" Cherry said to her husband. "Oh, I shouldn't think so. I'm guessing he'll be back stage somewhere," came his reply. Ms Thornbury returned with a tray of drinks and some snacks from the bar. "I got you both a lemonade and I guessed you might be a little peckish so help yourself to a snack or two," she offered. They both replied with their thanks and took the offered drink and a snack each before Ms Thornbury returned to her seat. "I was just saying to Malcolm, I wonder if we'll get to see Matthew from up here," Cherry said to Ms Thornbury. "Well, if you pay careful attention you might," she replied. The theatre became more crowded as people gradually filled the seats and the noise of loud chatter filled the air drowning out the background music . Then the lights dimmed, the music faded and the many patrons settled and the noise abated as the show started. Both Cherry and Malcolm became engrossed in the performance until there was a break between scenes and the stage was filled with dancers. Ms Thornbury leant into Cherry "You need to watch the dark haired dancer over there" as she pointed. Malcolm asked Cherry what she had said and she passed on her comment. They both assumed that the dancer would be particularly good or would do something spacial so they did spend most of the routine keeping an eye on the girl. Cherry sensed there was something familiar about the dancer but thought nothing more of it and they both agreed she had performed well. Of course during the second act a similar break between scenes the dancers performed once again and without being told they found themselves paying the most attention to the dark haired girl. As the performance finished they stretched arms and legs, sitting still for that long had made them restless. "Well I didn't see him," Cherry declared. "Oh, Matthew, no...I didn't either," Malcolm replied. Ms Thornbury said nothing in reply, then stood and asked if they had enjoyed the show. Both agreed it had been very entertaining and thanked Ms Thornbury for bringing them.. It was around 10pm when Malcolm pulled up in the gravel drive. As he applied the handbrake Ms Thornbury spoke. "You know what, Matthew has no idea you are here. If you leave your car here he'll see it. It will ruin the surprise. Perhaps it would be better if you parked on the street a few doors along?" she suggested. "It would be nice to surprise him Malcolm," Cherry added. "Ok, I suppose you're right. Jump out and I'll move it," he said in resignation. As Malcolm moved the car the two women went into the house. "Thank you Connie, that was a lovely evening," Cherry told her. "That's quite alright Cherry, it was my pleasure," she said in reply. "I can't remember the last time we went to the theatre, and the meal was just lovely," she said now a little tired but still smiling. Ms Thornbury though was feeling a little apprehensive of what was to come. She could plan anything, but she could not fully predict how people will react. She knew she had to be ready for any outcome, to make sure her long term plans did not come off the rails. Having pulled up the street a little way Malcolm locked the car and proceeded to walk back to Ms Thornburys house. His thoughts reflecting on what had actually been quite a good afternoon and evening and despite his fear and bad feeling towards Ms Thornbury he had actually managed to relax and enjoy himself. When she wasn't torturing him she was actually quite good company. Not good enough that it would make him change his mind on her, she was still to be avoided if at all possible. Ms Thornbury opened the front door for him, "Thank you Malcolm, for moving the car," and before he could reply, "now you are just in time to make the coffee." She closed the front door and returned to the sitting room. Malcolm 'mentally' shrugged his shoulders and headed for the kitchen. He could hardly protest after being treated to a show and a meal at a local restaurant. The three of them sat and chatted over coffee whiling away the time until Matthew returned from the evening show at the theatre. Although they were both keen to see their son it was all very relaxed; until...... They heard voices outside, then came the knock on the door. "I'll get it," MS Thornbury stood up "You two stay here," and she strode through to the hallway. "Hello Ms Thornbury." Matthew smiled at his landlady as he walked in. He was still buzzing from his performance, he found it exhilarating. "Hello" she greeted him without saying a name. "How was the show this evening?" she asked. "Absolutely fine Ms Thornbury, better than yesterday." "Good, I'm so glad. Now I want you to go into the sitting room for me please." Without a thought Matthew walked along the hall toward the sitting room door. Ms Thornbury took a deep breath and mentally braced herself. Matthew stepped through the doorway, Ms Thornbury two steps behind him. The third step is when he stopped in his tracks. As it dawned on him that his parents sat on the sofa, and he watched as their smiles dropped and a look of confusion took hold. They stared at him trying to comprehend what they were seeing. The immediate thought was they were expecting their son to walk in, but in front of them was a girl. Her face became contorted in horror as the seconds passed. Ms Thornbury stood in the doorway of the room, watching, evaluating reactions as they unfolded. All the smiles fading to confusion on Cherry and Malcolm. The silence was broken after some 15 seconds by Cherry. "You're........are you the dancer.......?.....but where's Ma.....theeww?" she tailed off as Ms Thornbury saw a glimmer of realisation in her eyes. She didn't want to believe it, but it was now obvious that she looked closely at her face and saw him under the makeup. "What's going on, I don't understand?" Malcolm chipped in. "Say hello to your son, Malcolm," Ms Thornbury said calmly. Both Malcolm and Cherry stared at him, his kitten heels, the dark nyloned legs, the puffed out velvet skirt with lace trim, the body hugging yellow top, the chest, BREASTS!, red finger nails, the bright red lips and smokey eyes, high arched brows, earings and dark curly hair. Ms Thornbury watched, Cherry's mouth dropped open and her hand raised up to cover it. Malcolm's face was getting redder by the second. All the time Matthew was frozen to the spot, unable to move. Mortified, shamed and feeling humiliated at being seen by them. Close to tears he just waited, not knowing what to do. "Matthew......." Malcolm's voice weak, feint. Still the boy couldn't respond and few more seconds passed. Then it happened, Malcolm's upset and anger boiled over. "YOU!" he shouted at Ms Thornbury "WHAT ....THE....FUCK....HAVE ..YOU ...DONE....TO MY .....SON?" His only thoughts at that moment were of protection, of anger at the 'Devil woman'. Treating him poorly was one thing but what she appeared to have done to his boy was beyond anything he could have imagined. The outburst of his anger was enough to tip Matthew over the edge. Tears sprang from his eyes and he began sobbing. "Oh god." Cherry went to get up but Ms Thornbury stepped in front of Matthew. Held him by the shoulders. "I think it best if you go and wait in your room while I talk to your parents, run along now." "I think it best YOU DAMN WELL LEAVE HIM ALONE!" his anger getting the better of him again. "Malcolm, please clam down," Cherry pleaded. "It's ...its not helping." She was close to tears herself. Ms Thornbury seethed inside but kept her calm exterior. "Go on, run along now Matilda," she said again. Matthew turned on his heels and scurried out of the room with his arms up by his shoulders still crying openly with streaks of makeup down his cheeks. "MATILDA?" Malcolm again shouted now standing. Ms Thornbury turned to face the boys parents. Ms Thornbury clamly closed the door to the sitting room, then turned back to face them both. "I have to say...." she sighed. "I had hoped for a better reaction," as she looked at them both. "What the HELL DID YOU EXPECT?" Malcolm yelled out at her. In all their years of marriage Cherry had never witnessed such anger, such a temper from her husband. There was part of her that felt pride in him, his protective nature showing through. But she also knew he should be at least getting an explanation before he let loose. At the same time Matthew lay across his bed, still crying and oblivious to stains of colour drippingon the bed covers. He had heard his father shouting again, a swell of emothion came over him as he relaised that his parects would always protect him. Would put a stop to what Ms Thornbury had....well .....coerced him into doing. But did he want to stop he asked himself? A few weeks ago he would have had no doubt, he would have welcomed his parents intervention. But now...........he was parhaps so far along the line........he was starting to enjoy life......as well as the clothes. "Mr Goodwilly, if you insist on shouting at me I will have no choice but to take action to stop you," she stared at him briefly "I will not tolerate it," she added, then turned away from them."You have been warned," she finished off. "Connie, can you please explain what is going on here?" Cherry asked. Having picked up a tablet computer she turned again to face them. "Yes Cherry, that is of course the very least you deserve," she took a seat in the armchair before continuing. "The simple fact is that your son is quite feminine, in fact he's," she was cut off. "BULLSHIT!" Malcom blurted out, his face still red from anger. His voice raised but not quite as fierce as before. Ms Thornbury stared at him a moment "I told you I will not tolerate being shouted at, I promise you I will not warn you again." "As I was saying, he is in fact very feminine," she paused to look at Malcolm, daring him to make another outburst. He was still standing, unable to sit such was his state of mind. Cherry looked disbelieving at Ms Thornbury. Reading her expression Ms Thornbury added "Have you never noticed?" she paused a few seconds "How gentle his nature is?" "Gentle ....well yes but," then Cherry was interupted. "Gentle natured, so you thought you'd BLOODY DRESS HIM AS A GIRL!" Malcolm's anger surfaced once again. "YOU MUST BE DELUSIONAL" he added. Cherry annoyed at being shouted over just cringed, she knew he was pushing his luck. Ms Thornbury placed the tablet onto the arm of the chair, got up and left the room without saying a word. Cherry and Malcolm exchanged glances in wonderment. "I'm telling you Cherry, this woman is nutts. We should just get Matthew and get out of here," he told her with stern conviction. "You might be right, but I wish you would stop shouting and give her a chance to explain," she countered, even though she was starting to think he was right. Ms Thornbury walked back into the room and once again closed the door behind her. Malcolm and Cherry looked in puzzled wonder as they both spied what appeared to be a small black dildo with straps attached to it in one hand and a long black strap about two inches wide formed into a loop in the other hand. "That thing is not going near me!" he stated having eyed the little fake penis. His voice now not quite so forceful. Ms Thornbury walked across and placed the penis gag on her armchair. Then she turned and walked straight over to Malcolm who was still standing in front of the sofa.. For a moment Malcolm considered bolting for the door, but part of him said he should not be running away from a woman. He should be standing up for his son. He steeled himself for what was she might try and do. He watched her arms start to rise with the strapping clasped in both of them. Certain that she was about to strike him with it he raised his arms at the elbow and turned so he was side on to her and waited for the blow to hit. Cherry gasped, not believing what was about to happen "Connie...please!" she squeeled. But the expect blow didn't come. Ms Thornbury was surprised at how easy it was. She dropped the loop of strapping over his head, over his shoulders and down around his arms. With a gentle push Malcolm fell back onto the sofa while Ms Thornbury yanked on the end of the strapping which drew it in tightly around the mans middle pinning his arms to his side. Malcolm just slumped unable to cushion his landing. Malcolm flapped and struggled with his lower arms to try and manouvre himself. He could not get up, not in a hurry anyway. Ms Thornbury then helped him roll onto his back side so he was sitting. He looked up at the now imposing figure of Ms Thornbury, her face showing annoyed determination. His gaze dropped to her left hand and the black penis gag. His lower arms reacted by flyimg up in defence, his fingertips almost touching his chin. He knew it was not enough, he had to find a way to stop her. Cherry again chipped in "Please Connie, don't do this. He'll behave now," she pleaded. Ms Thornbury leant forward, the black penis gag in her hand. Malcolm turned his head to the side. "I warned him Cherry, I warned him twice and he either didn't listen or chose to challenge me. He therefore deserves it," she replied. Malcolm clenched his jaw shut as the head then pressed against his lips. He turned his head the other way sharply but Ms Thornbury repositioned and again pushed the head against his lips. It was clear to her that he would not relent so she changed her tact. With the black penis in her left hand her right hand gripped him around the neck and a finger and thumb then dug in either side of his jaw. He continued to resist so she increased the pressure. "Hhhhmmmrrrr" came from Malcolm as the discomfort imcreased until he could take it no more. Tears welled up in his eyes initially from the pain, then from the humiliation as the fake cock slipped into his mouth. He could barely see though his teary eyes as Ms Thorbury then fastend the two buckles at the back of his head. Cherry watched dumbfounded as her husband was reduced to tears. His mouth forced apart and his lips wrapped around the cock. She knew Connie was a dominant woman, but this was another level. Malcolm sat, unable to do anything meaningful. He could perhaps struggle to get up, he could grunt into the gag. The gag that he now found himself sucking in order to prevent saliva from leaking from the corners of his mouth. Ms Thornbury composed herself "Perhaps we can now continue without being interupted." Picking up the tablet once again she nestled herself inbetween Cherry and Malcolm on the sofa then turned the device on. Within a few minutes she opened up a video an proceeded to show both of Matthew's parents short clips of their son. "You know, he would ask me after he came home from the theatre if he could put on some 'ladies clothing', and you can see from the clips that he is in his element." Cherry and Malcolm looked on in amazment as their son primped and fussed in front of a mirror, the joy on his face in each clip very evident. Their son appeared to be his element and delighted in the feminine garments. Such happiness could not be acted, it was obviously genuine. Ms Thornbury closed the tablet down. "So, clearly you had no idea of your sons true nature?" Malcolm sat motionless, unable to do much else. "I......I had no idea," Cherry finally said. "No, I can see that. But don't let that bother you," Connie replied. "But Connie, a mother should know her child........better than anyone." "Don't think you have done anything wrong Cherry. If he didn't display any of these ......desires then how could you know?" There was silence for a moment. "I think what needs to happen now is for you both to commit to supporting Matilda." "His name is Matthew," Cherry corrected Ms Thornbury. "Yes, I accept that Matthew is his real name. But dressing as he is, it's better you adopt the female name." Cherry didn't argue. "My concern now is that the poor child is feeling foolish and well....rejected after Malcolms outburst," Ms Thornbury got up from the sofa and returned the tablet to it's place on the arm of the armchair. Standing in front of them she continued. "Over the weeks I have witnessed him take tentative steps, then gradually work up the confidence to try more daring outfits, to conquer his fear of going out and ultimately the fear of performing on stage in front of hundreds of people. He has been through so many situations that scared him, but he kept going. His courage has to be admired. However, he now thinks his parents are completely against him, that are angry at what he is. You will have to go a long way to correct this." There was a slurp as Malcolm again sucked on the penis. Red faced at both having shot his mouth off and being proved wrong and the fact he was now half imobilised and sucking a fake cock. He felt an unease at how things had taken a turn once again with him being manipulated by this woman. "Where do we start?" Cherry asked openly. "Perhaps we should go and talk to her?" "Should he not come down to us, although I would have to insist that you release Malcolm before hand," Cherry questioned. "That is precisely why I suggested we go to her. I doubt she will want to face her father right now anyway," advised Ms Thornbury "I can't get used to refferring to him as her," she then considered the situation. "Alright, let's go and talk to he..im." Malcolm watched Ms Thronbury and his wife leave the room. Then sucked on the gag again feeling less shame when there was noone to see him. Ms Thornbury knocked on the door to Matthews bedroom. "Matilda?" There was silence as they listened for a reply. Cherry then tried "Matthew, it's mummy," and they waited again. Ms Thornbury whispered to Cherry "Consider tha fact that he is dressed as Matilda, calling him Matthew will just make him feel at odds with himself." Cherry shrugged her shoulders "Matilda, it's mummy and Connie. Is it ok if we come in?" They again waited patiently. In the silence they heard the clock in the sitting room strike midnight. Then the handle turned and the door opened just a crack. Cherry slowly pushed the door open to see her son smooth his skirt under his thighs before sitting on the edge of his bed. His head hung down, with watery makeup stains down his cheeks. His feet close together and his hands then resting in his lap. Cherry just wanted to hug him. Both women stepped inside the room. "My darling, I am so sorry. I ...we ...just didn't realise.........how you felt." He raised his head and looked at his mum. "It was such a shock, I mean you're so......pretty," Cherry struggled a bit with some of the words, This would take some getting used to. It was such a relief for Cherry as he/she could not help but smile. But his emotions again welled up and the poor boy suddenly burst into sobs once again. That was it for Cherry, she stepped forward and pulled him to his feet and gave him a tight hug. A somewhat strange experience, reminding her a little of when Connie and her embraced. The two sets of bosoms pressed against each other. The feeling of bra straps. "It's ok my darling," she told him softly and he continued to cry openly. "It's ok, let it all out." Ms Thornbury watched in silence as he gradually calmed down. "Where's Dad" he suddenly asked. "He's waiting downstairs, would you like to see him?" Cherry asked. "N..Noo.......he was so angry with me...he hates me dressed like this!" panic now in his voice. "Ok, don't worry," Cherry assured him "Connie, she has explained everything to us. I think he understands now." "I still don't want to see him," he stated. Ms Thornbury then chipped in. "Matilda, your parents are staying over tonight. I had hoped your father would stay in your room for tonight as I only have two beds. We really need you to be ok with your father." "But I know he dosn't like me like this," he told her. "What if your father was to wear a nightdress as well, to prove to you that he understands and has accepted you for what you are?" Ms Thornbury asked. Matthew looked at her over his mothers shoulder. "He......he would never do that." "You don't think so eh?" she countered. "Tell you what, you stay here with your mum and get ready for bed. I will go and deal with your father and I promise you he will do anything to help convince you he understands. I won't bring him up to see you unless I am certain you will be convinced of his understanding. What do you say?" Matthew looked skeptical, and shrugged his shoulders. He was still unsure, he could never remember his dad being so angry, so agressive. There was no way he would consent to what Ms Thornbury was proposing. He was expecting to hear more raised voices, then to be dragged out and driven home despite the late hour. Ms Thornbury left his room and closed the door. Cherry now felt a little better, but was still trying to process what she had learnt this evening. "Why don't you remove your makeup first," she urged. In the sitting room Malcolm was almost nodding off. His tiredness taking its toll on him despite his uncomfortable restraints. Ms Thornbury walked in to find him with his eyes closed. She closed the door, the noise was enough to make him lift his eye lids. He grunted into the gag. "Melissa, you know I can't understand you while you're sucking cock," she gave a sly little smirk. "Now rather than try and talk, you need to listen," she told him. Knowing he had no choice he knodded his head. "Your lovely daughter Matilda has made it very clear that you scared her. You made her feel very uncomfortable," she told him. His face showing a dislike for her use of the feminine name. "and, despite telling her that you now understood the situation better she still refused to come down." Malcolms eyes dropped, he now felt guilty for his earlier tyrade. "But don't be too sad, I have promised Matilda that I can help you demonstrate that you do truly understand and I expect you to co-operate fully. If you don't, well I will let him see you trussed up as you are and I can let Cherry in on a few secrets," she smiled at him. The consequences of not co-operating were not good. He certainly didn't want his son to see him like this. And as for Cherry, things were already a little rocky, and new reverlations could well be enough for her to want to seperate. "So Melissa, are you going to behave?" she asked. It took a few moments, but realising it was probably the lesser of the evils he nodded his head in acceptance. "Good girl," she said sweetly and smiling at him. She then opened the door and dissappeareed again. Upstairs Matthew had finished cleansing his face and had started undressing. "What do you wear to bed Math....ilda," Cherry asked. "Oh, it's under my pillow," he replied as he continued to strip off his outer wear. Cherry pulled out the green satin from under his pillow. She held it up and admired it. "This is nicer than all of my nightwear, well all of mine are PJ's," she commented. With his tights removed he unclasped his bra leaving him in just his knickers. "Can you pass it over please mum.". As she did so she caught sight of his generous breast forms hanging from his chest."Oh my goodness..........they look so. Where are the edges? They ......they are fake arent they?" She instinctively held out a hand, to touch one. Then retracted her hand, she thought better of it. Matthew then pulled the nightdress over his head and adjusted it. Cherry looked at her son in amazement, the lace edging of the bodice molding itself around two fleshy globes. With his still curly hair and the tits she mused that even without makeup he looked every bit the girl. Ms Thornbury entered the sitting room once again, this time with numerous items across her arm. She dropped them onto the sofa next to Malcolm. Malcolm looked at what she had dropped next to him. Just what he had dreaded. "Time to get busy Melissa." Grabbing each hand she pulled him to his feet. His jeans were first, unclasped and dragged down his legs. Without missing a beat she then dragged his boxer shorts down as well. While down at his feet she removed his footwear and socks. She ordered him to step out of the jeans and underwear and after a short hesitation he complied. Ms Thornbury collected all of his things and left the room. It was less than a minute before she returned and had him sit down again. "Now for the bit I know you love Melissa," she smiled broadly at him. Just as he thought, he watched her doughnut a black stocking. Then kneeling in front of him lifted his leg and proceeded slip his foot inside and roll it up past his ankle. Having to slurp at the cock in his mouth again he could feel his body reacting. With the first stocking barely at his knee his penis had infalted fully. Soon the second stocking was worked up the other leg. He momentarily lost control of his thoughts as he delighted in the feeling of the stockings and how turned on he was. Then he felt his foot being pushed into a shoe. One foot soon became two feet sporting cerise pink swede court shoes with heels around 3 inches. "I'm going to remove your arm restraint now. But just in case you think its worth trying anything I will be holding your jewells," She released the catch on the strap so it could be loosend. Her left hand then cupped his scrotum in her soft palm and enclosed her fingers. He could feel the tips of her finger nails lightly digging into his skin. The strapping was then pulled loose by her right hand and lifted over his head. Malcolm moved his arms to get the circulation flowing again. "Now, I'm not going to let go of the little pea pods of yours yet. Take off your jumper and then your shirt." Of course he had no choice and did so slowly, with resignation. Her right hand grabbed the suspender belt and he was ordered to put it on. Then he had to fix each of the four suspenders. The front two he managed quickly but struggled at the back, fumbling for a few minutes before he got it right. Next she handed him a dusky pink satin nightdress and he dutifully slipped it over his head. Only now did Ms Thornbury let go of his nut sack. A triumphant smile spread across Ms Thornburys face as she stood back to look at him. His breathing was heavy and he could hear his pounding heart in his ears. He glanced at her, then down at his heeled feet. Somehow she had done it to him again. But something was missing, he looked around.....there was nothing else to put on. Again he looked down his front at his pink heels. He clenched his penis at the sight and the slight tent at the front of the nightdress dissapeared..... then it was back again. Without knickers his penis was free to push out at the satin fabric. It slid across the sensitive head at almost every movement. "Right Melissa, I'm going to remove your gag now. You need to behave yourself or there will be consequences...... as you have already found out." He knodded his acceptance, Ms Thornbury then reached around his head an unbuckled the straps. As the fake cock slipped out he felt both relief and saliva down his chin. "Stand still for a moment," he was instructed and he watched as Ms Thornbury picked up his jumper and shirt and dissapeared for a moment. In her absence he tried to calm himself, to lesson the excitment. He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly with his eyes shut. With a little more time this might just work, but before he had taken a nother two breaths his tormentor was back. Having shut the door she stood just in front of him. "Now Melissa, in a moment I am going to take you upstairs to see your son. Your son that you have alienated by losing control of your temper. Appearing in front of him like this will at least give you the opportunity to get him to listen to you. You must make the most of the opportunity. You must convince her that you chose to do this to show her that it's ok. If she thinks this is something you have been forced into then she will not believe you are sincere," she left a pause for a moment "Do you understand?". Malcolm stood with his head hung forward a little, not able to look Ms Thornbury in the eye. He had given a quick nod of understanding. "Are you sure you understand, he needs to be convinced that you chose to do this to prove that you understand," she asked again. "Y....yeess" he replied with a croaky voice, then cleared his throat. "Good, let's get this done so we can all go to bed," and she took his hand and led him out into the hall and up the stairs. He really did not want to do this, he was dreading showing himself to his wife and son dressed like this. What would he say to his son? He had no idea! The hem of the nightdress slipped one way then the other across his nyloned thighs as his walked. The head of his penis constantly catching the fabric as he went. He felt all too alive with tactile sensations, he could not think clearly. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Ms Thornburys voice. "Matilda, I have someone to see you," she said. Malcolm lifted his head, he was stood in the doorway of his sons bedroom. He didn't even remember climbing the stairs. As Ms Thornbury stepped to the side his view of his wife and son remained motionless. They both stared back at him, his wife had a knowing look while his sons mouth fell open. "Don't you have something to say?" Ms Thornbury urged the man. Malcolm swallowed, his face he knew was filled with colour. His throat feeling dry and he dropped his gaze again. His embarressment taking hold of him. Clearing his throat his steeled himself and looked up again at his family. His wife still wearing the black dress and all that goes with it. His son now changed and wearing a green satin nightdress and still looking every bit the girl. He stared at his fake breasts, the lace smothered cleavage looked so ......so womanly he concluded. "I..." he attempted to speak but had to cough and clear his throat again. "Mathew I.." Ms Thornbury cut in "I think it would be best if you called her Matilda, I mean dressed like that she is hardly a 'Matthew' is she?" "I... er.....guess not," he stammered. He would be glad when this was over. He inwardly cringed at calling his son 'Matilda'. "Ma....til..da I wanted to apologise........I'm sorry that.....that I raised my voice," His son and wife listened, their expressions not changing. "It was wrong......I was wrong.......to ...to shout," Still there was no sign of expressions changing. He needed to do more, to say more. "I just didn't realise that you liked being.......dressing........like a girl," There was a slight glimmer of hope, his son's expression softened a little. He knew he needed to continue "I thought it might be ......helpful if I demonstrated to you that being like .....I mean dressing .....as a .....female is ok by doing it.....myself...." "And Matilda..."Ms Thornbury cut in again."not only was he willing to wear a nightdress, he wanted to wear stockings and suspenders ...and those lovely pink heels." The words had an instant impact of Malcolm and his penis twitched, and his dusky pink nightdress moved. Matthew put his hand over his mouth. Cherry looked a little disgusted and Ms Thornbury smiled. Malcolm knew, they had all seen it. He felt rooted to the spot, his humiliation burning into his brain. His face brurning hot and he was now close to tears himself. After a few moments silence Matthew stepped forward, right up to his father. He took his fathers left hand in his right. "It's ok, it happens to me too. I cannot help it, it just happens," he said softly. Matthew knew exactly what his father was experiencing. But he could only guess at how embarressed he was. Despite his sons brutally honest words, words that essentially said 'I understand', Malcolm was now in an irreversible situation. Ms Thornbury had awakened his new found fetish, his wife had found out and now his own son, his crossdressing son knew. It was all out in the open. In fact he actually felt a little relief, the fear of being outed as a 'sissy' no longer hanging over him. There was a few moments contemplation before Ms Thornbury chipped in. "Well, I think that after the initial surprises we now find ourselves at suitable point to get some sleep," she looked around at her guests and found no argument. "Come along Cherry, you are in with me. Let's leave these two to settle down for the night." A not altogether happy Cherry said goodnight to the 'men' and followed Ms Thornbury down to her room. 33. Ms Thornbury takes her Cherry. Matthew and Malcolm looked at each other but said nothing. Matthew walked arounf the bed and climbed in leaving the near side to his father. Now incredibly unsure of himself Malcolm was not sure what to do. His self conscious side wanted to just strip everything off, but there was the other side that was revelling in the feel of the feminine garments. He reasoned that Ms Thornbury would probably expect him to stay at least in the night dress and didn't want to antagonise her in the morning if she found him dressed in his PJ's. After a moments hesitation he just removed the heels and slipped into bed. Tiredness took hold quickly and they both drifted off to sleep quickly without another word spoken. It was not the same for Cherry. Following a stint in the bathroom each, Cherry returned to Connie's bedroom. Connie was in bed already, sat up against the head board with the duvet pulled up under her arms. Cherry noticed a black whispy looking garment with thin straps layed out at the foot of the bed. She ignored it and went to find her PJ's. "Wear what I put out for you Cherry," she instructed. Cherry looked up at Connie, a little butterfly in her stomach. She saw the look of a hungry woman. She looked away "Sorry, but I would be much more..." she was going to say 'comfortable in my PJ's' but was cut off. "You don't want to dissapoint me Cherry," she said. Her tone was not so much menacing, but carried a threat. Cherry stopped looking for her PJ's, she really didn't want to indulge her host. She was tired, had just had a big shock. She just wanted to relax and rest. Trouble is, she could not bring herself to contradict Connie and given a few seconds of mental tug of war she stepped over to the garment and picked it up to take a closer look. "Put it on Cherry," Connie said, evenly. There was no strain in her voice, no urgency and no pleading. It was gently commanding. Cherry relented, turned her back on Connie and sat on the edge of the bed "Can you help me with the zip please?" within a few seconds she stood again still facing away from Connie and proceeded to remove her dress. She then went to unclasp the suspenders from the stockings. "Leave them......Remove your bra," was her instruction. Cherry's mind started to race, she had hoped this would not happen. She had felt very bad for her husband after last time. Her conscience found it difficult to cope with the guilt. "Connie, I really don't think it's a good idea....to...." "Bra Cherry," Connie repeated. No argument, just instruction. Cherry slowly removed her black lace bra and placed it on top on the discarded dress. "Now put on your nightdress Cherry," insisted Connie. Now as much to cover up a little she grabbed at the garment and quickly made sense of what was what and slipped it over her head. It fell declicately and softly around her and she looked up to get a glance of herself in the wardrobe mirror. The thin shoulder straps supported transparent lace triangles that covered her breasts. A 4 to 5 inch band of elasticated lace ran around her torso under her chest which then gave way to loose folds of transparent materail that dropped to just about cover her knickers. Of course while still wearing the stockings and suspender belt she looked sexy. "Come to bed now Cherry," and Connie flipped the corner of the duvet back for her. Now with a swarm of butterflies in her tummy she turned to see Connie inviting her. After last time she knew how Connie could just take control. It was an experience she had not had before, but knowing that it was most likely going to happen again her body started to respond, to anticipate. She was feeling wet from excitement as she stepped over to the bed, slowly sitting on the edge first. But that was when Connie took control, physical control. Cherry felt Connie's arm snake around her waist. "Ohhahh" Cherry squealed as the arm suddenly dragged her onto the bed. Within two seconds Cherry lay on her back. Her head resting on the mattress just below her pillow. Looking up she first saw Connie's face, but then as Connie shited her position a little, her face was blocked out by a fleshy globe. It looked enormous from her view point. With her mouth still open from the surpise of being dragged onto the bed Connie lowered her left breast until her proud nipple nestled between her lips. "Suck my darling," Connie instucted. Cherry was a little breathless and it took a moment to respond. Her instinct was to protest and she went to fend off Connie's advances. Her left arm was pinned to her side by Connies body leaning over her and her right wrist she then realised was being restrained by Connie's left hand. "Eeeerrmmm" Cherry grunted in an attempt at a verbal protest. But she could not move. "Come on Cherry" she coerced "suckle from me." With her eyes closed Cherry could feel the areola pressing into her lips, the large nipple separating them. The expanse of soft flesh pressing against her cheeks on either side. Her eyes then opened again and she could just see Connie's eyes from above the globe. Those eyes that she could not stare at, those eyes that commanded, demanded cooperation. Cherry's eye's instictively closed again, unable to hold Connie's gaze. Then nature took it's course, slowly at first Cherry moved her lips across the nipple and then the tip of her tongue brushed against it. "Arrhhh, that's nice," Connie whispered. Connie's words acted as encouragement and suddenly her resistence collapsed and she increased her ministrations until she was 'feasting' on the plump nipple and surrounding breast. Connie's murmours of enjoyment a constant source of inducing her feverish attentions. Soon Connie pulled the breast from Cherry's mouth in order to straddle her. Cherry's left arm now pinned to her side by Connie's leg and her right wrist still held by Connie's hand she lowered her right breast to the hungry looking Cherry who sucked it in as soon as it was in reach. Cherry was also now suddenly aware of something cold on her tummy. She had no way to look so just continued attending to the breast resting on her face. Connie now had a free hand that slid across Cherry's side and then to her chest until she found her left nipple through the sheer lace of the nightdress. Cherry repsonded instantly with an 'Mmmmmmm" as she continued to suck and lick. Gradually Connie worked at her breast gently until Cherry was moaning almost constantly into her own nipple. Both now breathing heavily, Connie decidied it was time. She first slipped her left leg between Cherry's legs. Cherry not realising Connie's intentions gave no resistance. The cold thing she could feel on her tummy earlier had now warmed, but Connie's movement still made her aware of something. It was, she noted 'smooth but solid'. The light went on in her head as Connie lifted her right leg and pushed it inside of Cherry's left leg. Cherry resisted as much as she could but it was no use as her legs were forced to adopt a 'Y' position. Cherry's eye's opened wide and stared up into Connie's face as she now knew what was about to happen. and she was all but helpless to do anything to prevent it. Connie looked down at Cherry, her eyes by contrast were narrow, almost half closed and showed a confidence. If Cherry could have seen behind the cresent of the breast, below Connie's nose she would also have seen a triumphant smile. Connie's right hand had left Cherry's breast and snaked down to push Cherry's dainty knickers to the side. Cherry's left arm now free flew to her own crotch in an attempt to prevent the inevitable. She knew this was wrong, she was married. She did not want to do this to her husband, dispite the pleasures forced upon her. But the resistance proved to be futile as Connie's own right hand grasped Cherry's left wrist and pulled it away again leaving her moist opening unprotected. With some carefull positioning from Connie she found the right spot, then very slowly applied pressure. Cherry grimaced, there was no lubrication. Then almost without warning the large fake cock slipped into her cavity where she was wet and she let out a muffled gasp. Cherry's shorter stature allowed her to retain Connie's nipple in her mouth. But as she started to experience the slow gentle movement inside her she lost concentration on the nipple in her mouth. Connie slowly increased the pace as she looked down at Cherry. Cherry's face now showing a slight contortion and a look of incredulous wonder at what she was now feeling. Cherry's mind was in a whirl, 'Oh god' she thought 'I'm being taken.'. Even though the cock was not real it penetrated and touched her in ways she had not felt before and she could already feel an orgasm building. Connie did not dissapoint her, still ploughing in and out of her in rythmic thrusts until she was soon on the brink. "Mmmmm" came from Cherry as her mouth was still covered with breast. "Nnnnnnmmmm....urh....urhh.....uh....uh.....uh..... .ooooohhhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhhhh". It was all muffled by the breast. Just as well as it could have been enough to wake someone. Connie continued to drive in and out of Cherry, now very sensitive she endured the mild discomfort; she had no choice, to quickly climbed to her second climax. This time Connie shifted her position and removed her own now tender nipple from Cherry's mouth and kissed her through her second orgasm. 34. A game of Cat and Mouse. Sunday morning, a time for Cherry and Malcolm to reflect on the events of the previous day. Or so you might think. Malcolm had not slept so well, waking on a few occassions with a constant hard on. Just before 6.30am he lay awake thinking things over. He had had enough of this game that Ms Thornbury was playing, with a little clear thinking time he resolved to take back some control. He slipped out from under the duvet quietly, taking care not to wake his son. He walked carefully in his stocking covered feet, undid the door as quietly as he could and proceeded down the stairs. He first headed for t