"Now you always said when we were married that you could never be gay, butyour master here tells me you beg to suck his cock! I want to see that."This...was getting bad, could I really debase myself in front of her? Whatchoice did I have when there was all this evidence on tape and also thefact that I was locked in my heels and my clitty was locked away.Master frowned and just whispered, "Properly sissy."I took a deep breath and smiled."Pleased master this little sissy would love to suck your. Holding my hand out to her, I firmly gripped her and asked her why she was not dressed as required. Laughing, she just said she was sure I meant in the house, not in her car coming through the city. I just shook my head.No, I meant when you stepped out of the car, you could have undressed in the car before leaving it, but you had to push a little. With that, I pulled her into my living room as it was and wrapping both arms around her waist, holding her tightly, I slipped the zipper of her dress. I couldn’t help it….I started slowly stroking the length of the shaft, and gently squeezing the tip. My boobs were still naked, and I could feel my nipples stiffening and my pussy getting moist, as I gently pumped his dick. After a minute or so, I pulled my hand out of his boxers, patted his stiffening rod, and – somewhat flustered – said, “My God, that’s amazing. Well, here’s the bathroom. I’ll see you back in the hot tub.”I returned to the hot tub, grabbed my glass of wine, and slipped back. ’ True to her word, her parent’s departure hadn’t set off a string of wild parties. Most afternoons found her on the chaise in the back yard in one of a small collection of skimpy bikinis, impractical in design unless they’d been designed specifically to tease and tantalize even the most jaded of the male population. Jason became thankful for the fence between him, unable to hide the semi permanent erection in his shorts whenever he glanced over the barrier between them, doing his best not to.