But I am afraid she might do something in anger that she would later regret.The phone startled both of us. We stare at each other for a moment before ... pick up the phone."Hello." Mark? This is Caroline, Melissa's mother. Is Jessie still there?" Yes she is." Let me talk to her please." Hold on, I'll get her."Putting the phone on mute, I tell Jessie who is on the phone."It's your mom. She wants to talk to you." How does she know that I am here?!" I'm not sure... but I have a feeling she has. Imagine that,just a sissy boy for one day and you are already asking for fancierclothing. Maybe if you are a good sissy boy, Mz. Nelson will let you goshopping with her later. Now come along. I am hungry and we are running abit late." Miss Matilda, please. I didn't mean that....." Camille, one more word or resistance and I will tan your pretty pantiedbackside with my crop. You will hurry along and you will go to your salonappointment. If you do not start speaking as you were taught yesterday. She reached between their bodies and stroked him. He moaned as his mouth met hers, his hands ran through her hair and squeezed. Chelsea responded by pushing her chest against him and squeezed his hardness through the fabric of his pants. His kiss became almost violent as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and pulled her hair with his fists. From some distant place she heard the elevator ding. She felt him pull away slowly and grab her hand. She followed him as he led her to his front door in. He was about as long and think as a my thumb was then - so about 6cm long and 1.5cm diameter...and rock hard.I was so turned on by the prospect of allowing him access to my hard-on for what ever he could think of, but wasn't sure what to do. I thought I would just allow him to watch me masturbate and see if he ran off or hopefully try it out for himself.Well, after watching me for at least 5 more minutes I started to wonder when some one would come looking for him! Decision time. I pulled up my.