She smiled and put out her cigarette. “Hey, glad you’re here! Let’s go inside where it’s cooler.”She led me into her house. Decent size, dec...nt little suburb, open plan living and dining area. No upstairs, everything was on one level. She sat on the sofa and gestured for me to sit on the chair opposite.“So, your name is Steve?” she asked.“It is,” I replied.“Yeah, right,” she said. “No one gives their proper name on the chatline.” She winked at me. “But Steve it is!”I grinned stupidly back at. And at 5’9” he wasn’t short, just not as tall as he’d liked to be. And he was a little pasty--he couldn’t tan much, he mostly burned, but he had freckles in surprising sexy places. And he wasn’t ripped--not like Mr. Armisen, woof--but he lifted three days a week and had a nice toned muscular frame, with skinny abs and nice square pecs. And his ass--he had worked on that ass for years, and it paid off nicely; nice and round and firm.His ex was the first person in his life to call him sexy, even. Nowhe was really scared of what was taking place. Sharon handed him one of the new nightgowns and told him to put it on.He put it on and marveled at how nice it felt. "With you looking like that we can't call you Toby. What feminine namedo you have?" "I don't have a feminine name. Do you really think I need one?" He wasgetting more and more worried at her attitude. "Yes, I know you do. How about Melissa? We can call you Lissa for shortor how about or how about Matilda and we can call you. Suddenly it was at full alert, pushing against the panties. Thathad not happened before, from exclusively male attention. I tried to tellmyself the reaction was caused by Arianna's stunning appearance. But Ididn't believe it."So, Jodie," said Max. "Your wife tells me you've become very good withthose dildos, using your mouth and throat like a pussy. A sissy pussy.Hmmm?" I... guess so." Don't be modest." He gave me another nipple rub, making me lick my lips."Do you have one that's the same.