" Obviously, you had the same situation. With no pubic hair and thatgarter belt on, it's like your sissy is a girl with an overgrownclitoris."The hus...ands blushed with shame as their wives made more jokes aboutthose teeny weenies. Next the women made them take two wooden chairs andput them in the middle of the room, precisely positioned. The femalessat down. Doris patted her lap and Robert put himself over it, hissmooth ass exactly where she wanted it. Alma snapped her fingers andFrank. Taking the coffee and returning to Turnbull, Marty said, ‘Thanks for the party. I wish you hadn’t done it.’ He smiled and nodded. ‘Looks like everybody beat me here. Am I the last one?’ Again, he nodded. Marty surveyed the crowd. There were about thirty people there, some strangers to her — people who worked at the institution but who she never saw because they were stationed in far distant buildings. She was happy to see the ratio of men to women was about one to one. She had no idea how many. They hoped they wouldn't awake to find if it had been killed during the pitch blackness as the moon had moved across the sky.A few days later they started their climb up the mountain. They were thankful that the people they were trailing paved the way for them, It was slowly getting cold the higher they went. There were enough horse dung to keep the trail fresh. Jackson had long stopped chopping away at the brush except if it was too thick. The mountain people apparentantly was not bothered. ‘You are most welcome. Please go through to your usual booth, Mistress Mira.’ I had never heard anyone addressed in such a manner and I was surprised. At out booth, in which we sat side by side, drinks were brought to us, kir royale once more. There was subdued lighting, our booth was almost in darkness and it faced a pair of large, deep red curtains which I assumed covered a stage of some description. Mira’s hand slid through the slit in my dress and caressed my thigh just above my stocking..