I took the opportunity to examine myself in the full-length mirror, I thought I looked beautiful, the corset with the fake breasts, the stockings and ...uspenders and those killer shoes. I gave myself an erection.Mistress became much more stern. "Okay choose the strap on that you want in your arse" mistress was very clever she knew that I wanted to prove what a good sissy I was, so I would choose the biggest one possible. Which is what I did. Mistress raised her eyebrows and nodded in. Fuck!That was the end of the night, I was too sick to carry on & certainly didn’t want those two over hearing Simon & I making out in the room next to them. I headed back to my room, Simon was out like a light, I fell into my bed feeling fucking angry with myself.Next morning when we woke, I told Simon how sorry I was, he was fine about it & said we were both far too pissed & that we should just forget about it. What I wasn’t sure about was what he meant by that, me being sick or us sucking. He knows what you need, and he wants the front of your jeans open so he can please you."She gasped as her eyes opened and she gave me a questioning look. I smile reassuringly and nodded. Her breathing turned excessively erratic as she popped the button and slid down her zipper. Her eyes begged me for more as her hand returned to stroking across her stomach.I glanced down at her hand. "Is that where your insides are churning?" I asked.She glanced down at her hand. Her eyebrows furrowed, but she. I sat still expecting the worst and looked at her. She lowered her face to my crotch, and was just rubbing my dick and balls softly through my trousers whilst she came up to kiss me. She slipped her tongue in between my lips and started to play with my own tongue. Too caught up in the thought of her breasts being on either side of my dick, I felt my dick rise, and so did she. She leaned back and pulled my dick out of my trousers, smiling to herself as she saw 9 inches of hard dick rising to her.