Getting out of the car, I pulled the zip on my jacket up to the top to hide the collar I was wearing. It was 2:30am but even so a car drove past as I ...alked down the street, pretending to cough so that I could cover my neck with my arm, not wanting the headlights to light up the silver letters at my throat. The letters read 'SLAVE'. A mark of my submissive position and why I was in a strange neighbourhood alone in the middle of the night.Even with the lateness of the hour, (with my zip done up). "I spin and try to gracefully switch my weight.Headmistress Saxon interjects her opinion, "sie's classically trained ofcourse, a little more athletic, than graceful, but a definite contributorto the Corps de ballet, sie's just not going to be the Coryph?e.Although you know my theory, ballet reveals the true sissy. Only throughyears of dedication to the ballet can a sissy really achieve hir goal ofgrace and femininity. Sie can grand jete' with our best, but sie'd breakhir pretty little neck. .it felt like you weren't THAT tight in here, " Lolagrinned. She withdrew her fingers from her, grabbed her cheeks with bothhands and spread them wide open while looking up at Marco. "Okay, stick itin her slowly baby..." Marco knelt down behind her spread-open cheek and pushed the fat darktip of his cock into the little puckered anus of his sister. The slick cumeased his way into her little ass and he gave out a long throaty moan asher butt-hole squeezed every inch of his fat prick going. It just won’t work. I would rather love as a sister, than to lose you over a blowjob,” I said, then laughed.“You bastard,” she said as she kissed me, no tongue. We cuddled together to watch a sappy made for TV movie. It was her turn to choose. My preference went more to the British TV mysteries.It was after midnight when I went back to my trailer. I found my phone on the table there. I had left it so I would not be distracted while Lucy and I had our ‘big’ talk about Rita. What Redneck.