Then if her car stayed at home I would pay her a surprise visit.It was about six weeks later that her car stayed home. I excused myself from my friend... and went home. I parked around the corner and walked to my house. There was a strange car in our driveway. It was new, it was sporty, and it was exactly the kind of car that I would want someday…a chick mobile. It was the kind that old men could afford.I walked around the house looking for a way to see inside. I know they had used the bedroom. I tried to hear anybackground sounds, anything that might be a clue, but there were none."Would you like to wear my pretty panties, you ridiculous Sissy Boy?Would you like to stand at my door begging me to give you a pair of blacksatin panties with lots of the frilliest white lace? I'll make sure thatthey're much too tight. You'll have to wiggle to put them on. Do youwant to wiggle and jiggle your soft sissy fanny into my prettiestpanties?" Who the FUCK do you think ...?" When you are. Not by strangers in some alley, but byfriends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home.Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to mybed and eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up SundayI was still in kind of a funk. It was a cold clear day and Iforced myself to clean up around the house, etc. in preparation formy families return from Tom's parents. I thought about Fridaynight. That was the first time I had had sex with anyone otherthan my husband. I was. "What about others?" JB-571 would be ready by the evening today. Two others would probablybe done by tomorrow. I will let you know in few hours. But I need atleast four to five more days for remaining four slaves." Ok. Just try to finish this batch as quickly as possible. You know,coming Sunday is our auction. We are placing hundred and thirteenslaves on sale this month. I believe around thirty would be coming toyou. There can be even forty." Eh... Ok. Don?t worry. I will handle that." Thank.