A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 03

As I settled down in the passenger seat Daddy looked over to me. "What is in the bag." "The panties I picked out were a two pack, so she bagged up the other pair." I said as I lifted my nightie to show him my panties. Once he nodded I pulled the other pair out of the bag to show him. Daddy rolled his eyes at me as if he could care less about the other pair. As we pulled out of the parking lot a phone began to ring the ringtone was an old Madonna song, that one where she is talking to her father.

Daddy fished a phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. "You forgot this earlier." It was the same phone that had been in the box Friday night. The phone showed a picture of my Father. I was confused but I pressed the talk button and held it to my ear, "Hello."

"Tell me son, how are you enjoying your weekend alone." I couldn't answer. My voice was lost twisted up somewhere down in the pit of my stomach. "Are you there?"

My Father had to ask me that question three times before I answered. And even then it was a very weak yes. "Great, Man we are getting terrible reception up here. So are you enjoying yourself?"

I found the word yes so I went with it again, and this time it didn't sound as weak. My Father barely listened to my response instead he rambled on about his teen years. As my Father spoke my fake Daddy reached over and slipped his hand under my nighty. As his fingers brushed against the lace an electric wave buzzed through my entire body. As my boipenis stiffened I was humiliated and excited all at the same time. Once I was hard Daddy wrapped his fingers around me and gently stroked me. Even after my numerous climaxes that day I was quickly ready for another. I don't remember what my father said, or what I even answered the rest of the conversation. What I do remember from that moment is Daddy bringing me pleasure and the glorious feeling of my hot cum soaking into my panties and dribbling down onto the back of the nighty.

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The loud buzzer startled both Terry and Billy. The guard that had been eyeing Billy the whole visit immediately started towards the two. Terry looked from the guard to Billy with a panicked look, she wanted answers but she didn't want to come back. "Please tell me. My father wasn't a monster, I know he wasn't"

Billy soaked in her words but didn't answer. Every muscle in his face was twitching as he looked at Terry his rage ready to boil over. Before he answered the guard arrived and put his hand on the back of Billy's neck. The change in him was immediate, his shoulders slumped and his gaze fell to the floor. His voice was quite when he spoke again. "Every monster I have ever met, had someone who thought he was a pretty good guy."

"Let's go 129873, times up." The guard said as he lifted Billy from the chair. Once, Billy was on his feet the guard took a hold of his right arm and pulled him towards a door marked no exit. Terry didn't move, she just sat there watching the answers to her questions being led away. They were half way to the door when the Guard finally removed his hand from Billy's neck. He slipped into the back of Billy's pants and yanked a pair of Bright yellow silk panties up, hard enough that Billy came off his feet for just a second. Terry sucked in a shocked breath and for just a moment started to wonder if everything she had just been told was true.

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The office had a more books then Junior had ever seen outside of the county library. Today was important to him and he was terrified he was going to screw it up. The door creaked as it opened and an older man walked slowly in. He took a seat behind the desk and pulled a file from the bottom of the pile. He flipped through the packet barely spending any time on any of the pages.

"So, Mr." The man paused flipping back to the first page. "Jackson. Looking at your grades I am guessing that you are big fan of law and order."

Junior shifted uncomfortable in his seat. "I don't understand sir."

"Oh we get a few of you folks every year. You watch too much TV and you think that being a lawyer will be a great way to make money." The man said as he flipped to the last page looking over one of the six letters of reference Junior had included. The application required three but Junior didn't want to risk it.

"I don't care about money, Mr. Forsyth." Junior answered as his eyes drifted to the large pile of folder identical too what he was just now figuring out was his.

"Idealist then, you want to change the world." Forsyth called back, flipping to the first of the letters of Recommendation.

Junior took a deep breath and sat up straighter in his chair, squaring his jaw before he spoke again. "Sir, I don't give a spit about the rest of the world. I have a friend that I care deeply for and they are sitting in prison right now for a crime they didn't commit."

Forsyth lowered the file and looked Junior square in the eye. "I was there every day for the trial and his lawyer," Junior paused looking for the right way to continue, "could have done a better job. I can't afford a good lawyer so I will just have to do it myself."

Sitting back in his chair Forsyth finished reading one of the letters before setting the folder down. "Give me one reason I should even consider you for this program?"

Junior took a moment and looked down at his calloused hands, rubbing his fingers over his palms. "I'm not going to call in sick, I aint gonna skip a class or a lecture. My first thought every morning is of my friend and so is my last thought. Every day they sit in prison is a day I have failed them. And like I said I can't afford a good lawyer so I am gonna have to become one."

Turning his chair slightly Forsyth looked at picture on the far wall. "I'm just curious, Mr. Jackson. How many other schools did you apply too?"

Junior licked his dry lips taking a moment before answering, "All of them."