Monet put another knee high on the exhausted sissy and got an opentoed spike heel with a very small opening in the toe of the shoe. Mrs.Monet forced t...e shoe on the sissy's limp dick, which started to hardenwithin the shoe. "Come on sissy, just three more milkings, I know yourballs ache and your sissy stick is red and sore, but you promised tohump my shoes!" his stepmother cooed. Finally, Caroline's sissy stickgot hard enough for the just the tip of head to stick through open toeopening."Come. " I said. She leaned toward me and kissed me. It was a short kiss, but a passionate kiss none-the-less. I got nervous and pushed her away, and said "You're so weird!" I jumped up, and started to make my way back to the house. She followed me. We ran through the woods, toward the house. When we got there, we went inside to play. Neither of us said anything about the kiss. A few months later I woke up in my bed. RyRy was sitting on the side of my bed. I could feel my pajamas waistline was wrong. But I loved working with him. He was good at what he did (as far as the job, not the managing aspect), and he had a passion for it that I loved as I had the same. We spent day after day joking and flirting.He was careful to make sure he only flirted obviously when none of the other 6 employees were around and just when it was us two, like if we ran into each other. Sometimes he would ask me to help him and send the others off on a different time consuming task. My favorite was when he needed to. So can you accept this?” Karen asked. “I guess. But I still don’t like it,” I replied. “Well, I’m just glad you don’t want to kill our friendship. Well we’re going to go now. I hope to hear from you later,” Karen said. Then we hugged again and then they went to go get John and they left. I wasn’t too sure still as of yet how to feel. So they made the trip back to her house in their two cars. Karen had gotten a call from Scott, he’d would be late and to have dinner without him. So when they got.