Sir Michael wound my hair around his fists and pulled my face flat against him. I gagged and chocked but could not get away, not even slightly enough ...o get the smallest breath of air. He held me there. I worked my tongue on his cock, continued to massage him in my mouth. He continued to hold my head in place on him.As I began to grow desperate for air I struggled against him, but Master held firm. My hands went to his hips and chest trying to push myself back, but I was no match for his. . your shiny whitesingle-strap Mary Janes." Mary had me sit and held out first one and thenthe other of my bare feet as Amy slipped each of the delicate nylonanklet socks on. She then turned down the frilly cuffs at the ankles andI looked down at what has to be the most sissy items imaginable....frillylace anklets on a grown man's feet. I could see my toes through the thinnylon. Mary told me we would have to put pink toenail polish on my toesnext time so it would show through the delicate. Then Paul said he felt unwell and excused himself. I got up to leave but he said No, dont leave yet, Jane is just starting to enjoy herself and I probably just need a rest and Ill join you both later if I feel better. As Paul left us, Jane poured us both a brandy from the bottle Id brought and came over and sat on the couch, draped her arm across the back, and began to stroke my hair. Do you want to fuck me? she asked. What? I spluttered. Oh come on now, she giggled, Youve been sneaking looks. "It's just a tree." My warrior's braid took me a few years to grow," he explained, patiently. "But when this tree was a seedling, our ancestors were chipping stone tools and most still thought of fire as a dangerous novelty." How can it be that old?" I asked, plucking the last pine needle from his hair.The tremendous muscles in his arm tightened and he proved that he didn't need my help getting back to the path. With a heave and a twist, he landed gracefully on the path beside me."I have.