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Daddy's Girl
Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
shopping cause of the storm. But I reckon you can get real personal service today. Let me go order up your breakfast." As Ruby walked towards the kitchen counter, Zeke wrapped his arm around Chrissie and pulled him close. In between sips of his coffee, Zeke ministered to Chrissie, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ears, massaging his chest and tweaking his nipples, sliding his hand between Chrissie's legs and fondling his hard little cock. Chrissie just closed his eyes and laid his head back on Zeke's shoulder. He began to whimper with pleasure as Zeke concentrated all his efforts on the boy's cock. Chrissie came at the same time breakfast came. His pants were wet and cum-stained as he sat next to Zeke and ate his fruit loops. After breakfast, Zeke rose from the booth and held out his hand to Chrissie. "C'mon, baby, let's go shopping." "Maybe I should just leave now, Daddy? Maybe you're done with me?" Chrissie asked timidly. "What are you?" Zeke demanded. "I'm a faggot." Chrissie said quietly, eyes downcast. "Who do you belong to?" "I belong to you, Daddy." "Who makes decisions for you?" "You do, Daddy." "Damn straight! This ain't no game. You're my property now; to do with as I please. Now take my hand and get your ass out a that booth." "Yes, Daddy." "I'm going to have to punish you later for questioning me, bitch. Now let's go." Zeke led Chrissie by the hand to the register. ... While Ruby processed his card, Zeke let his hand wander down to Chrissie's ass, caressing and squeezing his firm little cheeks. Chrissie could feel the eyes of the truckers on her as Zeke possessively played with her ass. Zeke paid. They left. Shopping for Clothes Zeke led Chrissie by the hand across the highway to the Wal-Mart. Because of the snow storm, the store was practically empty. But Chrissie could feel the eyes of the clerks watching them as Zeke led her by the hand to the women's section in the store. Zeke led Chrissie over to a sales girl. The girl looked like a teenager. She wore her uniform provocatively tight. With the heavy make-up she wore, she looked like a little tart. "Can I help you, Sir?" She asked Zeke. "What's your name, honey?" Zeke responded. "Linda." "Well, Linda, this here is my little girly-boy, Chrissie. Chrissie is a little sissy-slut; but she ain't got no clothes appropriate for a sissy. I'm hoping you can help me dress her to look the part. If you do, there's a nice big tip for your help." "I can sure help you." Linda giggled. "'Especially for a nice tip. What you got in mind for Chrissie to wear?" "Why don't we take Chrissie into a dressing room and strip her so you can see what you got to work with." Zeke suggested. "Sure thing, honey." Linda giggled and led them into the dressing area. There was no one else there, so they had the area all to themselves. "Okay, strip, bitch." ...