But the Disney comparison ends there as, arms still prissily posed, Ibite the corner of my lower lip and hesitatingly lean forward slightlyto gently p...ace my nose against the bulge in his slacks, then morefirmly as I slowly nuzzle and giggle, while occasionally inhaling hismusky scent deeply and sighing with wonton lust. ("Fifteen full secondsSissy, and not a moment less!") He rests his hands confidently on his hips, (Superman style, in strictopposition to my Sissy Submission) as I feel his. As always, thank you for reading my story, and please check out all of my other works as well. Today my name is Amy. I have long black hair that falls straight down to the center of my back. My green eyes are hidden behind lightly rimmed rectangle glasses. I am a temp doing secretary work at a telecommunications company until the normal secretary gets back from maternity leave. I answer phones, greet people who arrive in the main suite for their important meetings with executives, and maybe do. “Uh, here,” he said, bending down to pick up his car keys from the snow. I hadn’t even realized he’d dropped them.“What?” I asked as he put the keys in my hand.“We have to talk about this.”“Noooo,” I said, backing away. “We really don’t.”“I don’t have time to argue with you right now, Grace,” he said, checking his watch. “Wait for me in the car.”He didn’t give me the opportunity to argue anyways; he just ran a hand through his hair in some silly effort to fix it and walked away. I stared after. We continued drinking and talking aboutgirls, and we were both unhappy that we didn’t get any pussy, or at least a blowjob, from the girls thatnight. My recollection of that night isn’t perfect because of all of the beer, but at one point Alan was rubbinghis crotch and said, “Damn, Ed, I sure do need to cum right now. I dare you to come over here andsuck my cock, or at least jack me off.” We had been friends for a long time, and it wasn’t unusual for us to talk about sex and tease eachother.