After cleaning up heremembered his plans for Sunday and considered calling it off but didn'twant to cause his Aunt problems. She had arranged a date f...r Jon. Hewould call her tomorrow, but now he slept easily.The early sun awoke Jon, and he knew something was different; thememories of Mattie had him hard again, but he resisted the impulse anddressed into his running gear and took a twenty minute fast-paced run.Walking his cool-down, Jon passed her old building, and just glanced uptowards the. 10,000/ and told her, her scope of work and that she had to put in some extra hours in the evenings as work pressure would be heavy. Leonie was not that beautiful in the classical sense, but to me, she looked good, with a lovely tan, and her seductive make up. Often I used to remark, “Having a date, are we?” and she would give a silvery laugh. Lovely arched eyebrows, a full mouth, a small pretty nose, and with breasts, probably around 34C, but by now, showing its age. Often after office while. As they rounded the corner, a notice on the wall said: "Sissy milkingroom" and "Jason will be here from 2-4pm". As Jason was led towards acollection of armchairs and settees, three ladies rose to their feet insizzles of dress material and greeted the manageress."What a dear boy," they exclaimed almost as one. "Isn't he a darling. Isthis the sissy we can play with?" This is Jason Boothroyd," declared Miss Presswell, her hand gripping himmore tightly. "He lives at 25 Wiltshire Crescent, if you. One guy was a long haul trucker who wanted me to whore myself out at night on truck stops and be spanked during the day while he drove. That sounded wild.Another guy lived in Australia out in the outback, and he told me he would stake me out in the wilderness and make me fuck crocodiles and “Jackaroos” somehow.A guy claimed to live in the ghetto and said he’d make me his top bitch and send me out to turn tricks.I knew the majority of them were just talking shit, but it was flattering to see how.