He told me to undress, slowly, garment by garment. Every piece of my clothing dropping to the floor, Mark matched with one of his. Then I stood there ...aked before him! I drew in and tensed my stomach to hide my belly-folds and pushed back my shoulders to show my tits in their upright, pointy-nippled glory.Mark opened his arms, and I moved into his embrace and his kisses. He placed them over and up and down my belly and midriff. And then my breasts: - God, how he aroused my tits as I pressed. It was still not as simple as being 100% sissy. It is difficult to explain. But I was going to do this, I was going to be the best slut I could, I would be as girly a I could even though I could only be a sissy.Master felt up my bra and down to my hips repeatedly. "You've been a good girl to do all this for your master... so smooth", as he felt the small part of my leg not covered in stockings, under my skirt. "The clothes you buy... you really are a slut.. only sluts pick out only clothing. Time passed and soon it was just a couple of days before my wife’s sister would return home and leave us. I was saddened by the idea that our sexual experimentation would end, but at least I had plenty of photographs – and even some short videos – that would preserve the memories. Still, I felt there was an unspoken tension between Tara and I – despite all we had shared, we certainly had never had sex; we hadn’t even kissed on the mouth; our genitals had never even touched. All our mutual. When he got downstairs Helen was in the kitchen washing up, Bazza brushed beside her his cock touching Helen’s ass, she quickly turned round dropping a plate as she looked down towards Bazza’s cock. OH MY GOD! She sighed, Bazza laughed morning how are you today, Helen struggled to speak, erm, erm good thanks, very good now. That day Steve wasn’t home leaving Bazza and Helen alone all day, They became really close laughing, joking, really it was just Helen wanted to suck his big cock, the good.