It wobbled deliciously and I mused on the brassiere that was supporting her vast mammaries. Somewhere in the future I might get into her changing room...and check out the no doubt clever piece of underwear design – plus girth and cup size of course.Sitting at the piano I got her to try some scales. Standing next to her I explained the source of our voices, the diaphragm, which proved hilarious to her as she gestured to what would have been somewhere near her midriff.“It’s in there somewhere. .at 10 we left home me dressed in a red tight shorts and a pink vest and Mistress and partner ,thank God we took a taxi, and so few people saw me till we entered the shop.....as soon as we entered two sales assistants came to us and asked if they can help.,Mistress replied immedeatley this sissy here is being outed next Thursday at the parade.... I want you to find me the poofiest tutu that you have,tights ,ballerina shoes and a bonnet or flower for his stupid head...i turned red as a beetroot. By this time, my cock was leaking heavily, my precum dripping out of the bulbous end, making the head shiny and wet. She settled on her knees between my thighs, slowly dragging her nails along the skin of my inner thighs before reaching my balls. Then she took my heavy sack into one hand, lightly squeezing it, slowly massaging each one in turn, and rolling them through her fingers. Lovingly Her other hand wrapped around the base of my cock as she held it tightly in her grip as she made a. Curling his fingers inside of her, Ava fell over the edge. Clamping down on his fingers, Ava’s body exploded with built up tension as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. After it was over, Ava couldn’t believe how hard she had just cum. It was one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced. Yet when she looked down, the only sight were her glistening fingers, soaked in her pleasure. From then on, Ava would always look for James on her nights out, hoping to recreate that.