If my Tabitha was a cat then Cyn was a mouse, from her shoulder length brown hair to her delicate frame and retiring shyness. If anyone was less appro...riately named it was Cyn.The evening went well and we sat around late chatting in the lounge. The sofa comfortable seated four in this case the Fosdykes and the Trelawneys. The two arm chairs had Alex sitting on Ian’s lap and Tabitha on mine. The two girls cuddled up to their other half’s with obvious affection. I noticed that Lucy had a curious. .. and her name is..." Stan's eyes desperately scanned the room, and latched onto some of the hanging decorations.He cleared his throat. "Noel." He smiled a tiny, crooked smile. "Noel Felice." His voice firmed up, and he looked at the girl. "Yes, her name is Noel Felice."The girl blinked slowly. Then she turned back to look at the woman at the desk. She folded her hands carefully across her skirt and said. "Yes, Stan's right. My name is Noel Felice."The woman at the desk wrote the girl's name. There was some dialogue around how many orgasms the girl had achieved and how soon the man would cum. It was hard for me to focus though with Mommy’s tit in my mouth and my pussy on fire. My clit was throbbing with every heart beat. I needed to be fucked. “Look at how lovely my ladies are!” I heard from the doorway. Daddy was home! Mommy held my head against her breast and smiled at him. “Did you have a good day at work Jack?” she asked. He walked towards us, removing his tie along the way. “I. I know my Mistress has had a hand in that. All thosevoices she plays through those headphones and the drugs and the mentalconditioning and hypnosis and all that have all done their number on me.At least that's what I tell myself sometimes. Then again, perhaps thisis really me and I really - really - wanted to have big sissy bimbotitties and do nothing all day but be a sissy fucktoy for men. I gottaadmit, that was one of my fantasies back when I started dressing.Back then I used to be a.