"So how does it feel to finally be out of the sissy cross dressingcloset? A relief? A weight lifted from your weak, sissy shoulders?" Yes Miss" Michel...e humbly replied, bowing her head in shame as she did.Miss Havlin also sought a relief after the stressful earlier situationand allowed herself to let out a prolonged victorious and mocking laugh."Ha I can't believe how easy it was and how quickly you spilled yourperverted little secret to the Boss. You really are a pathetic littlesissy tart! But. Of course, it wasn’t as long as Mr. Jones cock that fucked my ass. I did wonder just how much I could take in my ass. I have had more in my mouth and cunt, but I am sure they will make me take a lot of other things in all my holes.Once we got back home and I was inside, I asked, “Mistress, may I have a drink?”She said, “Of course you can my little pet. The toilet is still open. Remember, 5 big gulps and make sure you don’t flush first.”I knew this was going to happen, but I had to get the taste. In fact, up to now all the houses they had visited during their trip were hoaxes and were not really haunted.The sun was about to set, and the group really wanted to reach the house before the sun goes down, because they could easily lose their way in the swamp. Finally, after two hours traveling the lonesome road of the swamp, they made a turn and saw in the distance on a small hill the old manor. The manor looks like many another old plantation manor here in the south. The manor was well. .. Let me get you some good stuff.” He brought me a scotch and I admitted it did taste a lot better. He laughed and said, “After about three it is going taste damn good.” Mr. Bartlett wasn’t kidding. After about three drinks the scotch became very smooth. I wondered if Terri and Chuck would talk. I walked into the kitchen and they were chatting and I saw him move his hand real quick, like maybe he had been touching her somewhere but that was about all I saw. At midnight we toasted with.