"What kind of boy do you think I am, anyway?" Shut up, David Simpson," Sammy replied. "You have some equipment that I would like to try out tonight. N...w get down here." Equipment?" said Julie, as she slowly and sensuously slid her panties down her legs, while never breaking eye contact with Bobby. Naked, she struck a model's pose and said in a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice, "would you like to use my equipment, Mr. President?"Her skin felt electric as the three other teens stared at her. "Who do you expect to see them?" she grinned."No one. I just...thought they were pretty."She smiled. "Do you like having breasts?" Um...well... they're okay," I stammered."Most Handmaidens love their mammaries. They're so womanly. When youtouch them, you feel closer to the Virgin, don't you?" I just do my job, ma'am," I said."Most sissies do," she said."SIsters," I said."Sissies," she insisted. "Let's call a spade a spade. You bow and scrapeand clean and cook. Being faithful doesn't mean you're. “Yes but how did you know?”“I knew you by the confused look on your face when you walked it. I know that look well.” She laughed. Her full lips parting and her eyes crinkling up as she laughed. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I ordered a vodka martini and ordered her the same.“mmmm I love martini’s they make me feel so sophisticated.”We drank and chatted for a while. Small talk, what I did, where I lived, If I was married or seeing anyone. Sadly the answer to the latter is always no.“Well,”. She knelt down and kissed it. Rising back to her feet, she smiled up at me. "Better ... finish the food."I nodded, but carefully guided her petite hand to my hard-on and lowered my mouth to hers. Her mouth didn't shy away. Its warmth warmed me and hardened me further. She even met my tongue when it encountered hers in her mouth. "Oh Joseph," she muttered when our kiss ended. A serious expression communicated nothing but love. And no tension marred the look. "Fix me a glass?" she smiled, ending.