”She made me lie down on my back, and then sat down on me with her back to me. I started to realize what she wanted to try. She leaned back on her a...ms, her legs wide apart, and let my stiff prick ram upp her sphincter again. I thought I’d give her what she wants!“That feels good, doesn’t it? A thick cock up your anal like a good catholic girl. Your pussy exposed to the world, shaven and empty. Can you feel how empty it is, even though you feel so full. So full of penis, of cock, of man. Your. If he can’t find a real girl, he should pick someone from his friends to emulate, and must strive to look and behave as much like her as possible.A sissy must never touch himself sexually without explicit permission from his Master or from his MuseA sissy must learn to use his boy-pussy to please real men. He must have a hair brush with a smooth, long handle, ready to use it on himself when commanded by his Master or his Muse.A sissy must wear as many lovely pink girly things as possibleA sissy. She was always ignored and just assumed this was another one of those times and went back to watching tv. Soon Anthony looked down at Brenda and said "strip down bitch" then looked at Michele and said "How 'bout you gettin' neked to Michele". Being the submissive, naive and malleable girl she was Michele got up and started removing her clothes along with Brenda. Rather then hesitate Michele was actually more surprised Anthony even took an interest in her that way, as no one else ever had. Soon. "Steve!" I complained."I've seen you go to the bathroom before," he said grinning."I have to go Number Two," I lied, feeling my face flush.His grin widened. "I've seen you do that also," he reminded me.Now my face really reddened. "No!" I said sternly, pushing him back into the bedroom. "Not tonight!"Before he could recover I closed the door and pushed in the lock. Alone, there was no stopping my grin. I had to admit that I certainly needed a massage. I also needed to admit that yes, I could.