Inevitably, Tess would end up breaking down into tears. Jason would do what Jason could do - comfort her as best he could. He would treat her to lunch... pay for her to go to events to make connections, and pick up the phone when she would call at two in the morning complaining about her shift - When-Harry-met-Sally-esque. Tess finally secured a decent job at a large company. Jason had hoped that this new job would finally make Tess happy, it didn't. One night while Tess was sobbing about her. He was brought back to the present by Sr.Ethel's voice asking , "...are you feeling well Bro.Anselm"? "Yes,yes of course Sr.Ethel," he had managed to say,trying to control any outward excitement,he looked at the spectacle in front of him Giselle and Javier were already bending over the table and Sr.Ethel was standing behind them holding a wooden metre stick in her hands. He felt his penis pulsate as he looked at the two jeans clad bottoms waiting for that first stoke of the metre stick.He. -ends with sissy hubby being made to clean up bf's cock and then lick creampie out of wife and have her squat over sissies face and feeds him bf's cum while being verbally humiliated by bf and wife especially when they see cum dribbling out of your cock cage and through your sissy knickers - being made to suck bf off again til he is hard to their joint verbal humiliation- then once cleanup is done being asked if poor sissy hubby needs to be allowed to make a mess and be laughed at as you are. " Well, Dana, you are quite a slut, I must say. I am not against it, don't get me wrong, but you need to be in control of a man, Dana. Completely in control, if you want to have a good life." She added, looking at me seriously.I was so embarrassed and didn't really know what to say. I was not as dominant as her. I was... well, more normal. I liked sex with me being the pampered girl. I didn't care if the guy came in my mouth or penetrated my ass. I loved it.Mom knew that. She knew it is not.