"Well as the evening continued, we finished another bottle of wine, andthen crawled to bed.All night I had dreams about what June had said, the more I...thought aboutit,the more I was unsure about everything.Then next morning when I came down to breakfast, June looked at me andsaid, "I was drunk last night, I shouldn't have told you those things,I'm so sorry." She then began to cry."Oh my darling, please don't cry, I'm so glad you did tell me what youhave always wanted, we have never kept any. .' 'No buts, it's time you truly discovered your feminine side,' she laughed. 'It's no good you dressing in stockings and high heels just for my benefit. It's men who like to see sissy sluts like you all dressed up in women's clothes!''Please mom, please, not this, I'll do anything but this...' I begged, wiping away my tears. 'Beg all you like you little mommy loving faggot pervert! You're a filthy little sissy pussyboy slut and you're finally going to get your comeuppance!'Let me tell you how. Raging. Glistening pre-come beads at the exposed tip.Extending my tongue, I lap to catch it, a translucent string bridging the gap as I draw away and bring the sweet droplet into my mouth. Gazing up at him, he watches me swallow. Recognises what it does to me, that fire recently quelled by my orgasm reignited.He smiles. "Still hungry, Little Kaninchen?" I nod and he tucks my hair behind the other ear. "So pretty." His fingertip rounds my jaw to rest under my chin. "How do you want it?"Drifting. I've barely touched my food, and you're wondering why." Well, yeah. The chefs here tend to get upset if you don't enjoy the fruitsof their labors." Fern knew that at least one of the chefs - who was a rareemerald green-eyed beauty with dark blonde hair instead of the usualjet-black tresses - was keeping a surreptitious eye on their table. "So whyaren't you pigging out?"Finnegan sighed. "I was hungry, but ...," he hiccuped, "... I lost myappetite somewhere on the way here. It certainly has.