Eventhough it might not have been what I most wanted to do, it was stilla great pleasure for me taking my time making love to his cock withmy mouth. I... was a very sweet torture holding back on my desires andconcerning myself with his first. That alone was reward enough in andof itself. For a sissy nothing is better than pleasing ones Master.There, I said it.I'd like to try to make you understand this little conflict going oninside of me. The sissy in me, which was a brand new thing as youknow,. She was quite familiar with the 90 years olds tale, unfortunately a common one in this poor town. Born in Nepal, he and his family immigrated to been here when the town was still booming and converted to Catholicism and had been a long-standing member of the Church. He and his wife had many children who worked with them in their bakery and their many progeny thrived, taking jobs in the other local industries. Then, the economic collapse scattered his once-close family to far away lands seeking. " Just a little suggestive therapy."Now I knew what had happened to me. She had removed my control throughsome type of conditioning with her voice on the couch.Next, my ankles were bound in leather cuffs attached to each end of asteel bar."You better turn on the radio and drive to a more secluded parkingspace," Sandy told Carl. "This could be loud."I cringed, not liking the sound of that at all.Carl drove and parked somewhere else. As he did, Sandy put a pair ofsatin blindfolds on me. Now I was. Levi let out a grunt and I lifted my head to look at him. “Shh,” I said, grinning impishly at him. Then, without another word, I lowered my mouth on him again, keeping my eyes locked with Levi’s. It wasn’t long before Levi was pulsing in my mouth again. I picked up the rhythm just a little more, adding more pressure and twisting with my hand. I fondled his balls almost absently before I remembered the spot he liked right behind their base. I started to rub it, and Levi let out a rush of breath.