I felt it to and was bothturned on and appalled by it. I was confident in the trust and depthof my relationship with my Mistress that I shouldn't hav... worried thathe might be the one to get between it all. But I was worried and I wasafraid.And I was turned on.And he knew it.And she knew it.Soon enough he became a regular guest in our home. At least once amonth, to start with. Then every other weekend. Then every weekend.Then he moved in. And I was moved to our guest bedroom. I. With my look and naughty personality, I was becoming a draw for the theater. No one minded me changing from nasty outfit to nasty outfit in halls, or forgetting how completely see through a skirt was when I didn't wear panties and walked just as comfortable from the dark theater to the bright lights of the store. It's a terrible thing really. A brave little sissy like me, being told and encouraged to be dirty and naughty with the goal of being seen, seems like a dare I will win. Well, that. It had a sweet Valentine’s card, not overly flowery, and a hand written note at the bottom. ‘Bet you didn’t wait until five.’ I felt myself blush. He gave me instructions to our meeting place and a small map. The map was hand drawn and adorned with pressed dried flowers and hand drawn hearts. It said to be at the destination by five fifteen. I had a choice of taking a bus, but the day was nice and there wasn’t a bus in sight. I walked briskly, smiling at people who passed me. I got to the. Stark naked. One slim arm snaked out through the open door, grabbed a fistful of my shirt, and dragged me into the room.I swear to this day that it only took Claire sixty seconds to get me naked and drag me into her bedroom and push me down on the bed. Somehow, during that minute, Mr. Happy, who was, in fact, glad to see Claire again too, stood up to get his own hug and kiss of welcome back home. Claire let herself down on him, engulfing him in one long drop. She gave out that wonderful soft.