Keisha had said it herself. I was Kathy. She had walked down this samehallway, had lived with this same shame.I opened the door and asked her in. Her ...yes widened at my dress, andshe almost laughed. Then she came in and sat."This is about Keisha?" she said."Actually, it's about me," I said. "I'm in love with Keisha, but Idon't know if this lifestyle is going to be too much for me."Kathy looked me up and down."Sissy?" she said."Yes," I said. "A submissive sissy." I was, too," Kathy said. "Keisha. He had found that using hypnotism you couldn't just have people do whatever you wanted. One rule was that it had to be something they were okay with or agreed with at least subconsciously for their conscious mind not to instantly reject his suggestion. He had once suggested their middle sibling Ashley break up with a boyfriend who Nick could see was treating her poorly, but this broke her out of her suggestible state and she hadn't let him hypnotize her since. Usually he just helped her sleep. I pulled his pants down with one swift movement, releasing his hard cock and realizing I had him exactly where I wanted him: in my bed naked, filled with lust for my mature body. Our bodies mingled with one another as our passion filled the air, each wanting to absorb the other. I could feel the beads of perspiration cool on the damp skin of my aching tits, as he had pulled them free of my bra, tugging them over the lacey cups of my bra. After appraising them with his famished gaze, he began. There were only two Pool companies in the county, and both were owned by bandits. He made her promise to call him first if she had another problem. He heard his first fight between she and her husband that night.In the last five years he'd helped with problems around their home many times. He'd been to parties and barbecues over there and had them over to his place. But only because of her. Mort was an asshole, through and through. From the top of his already bald head to the tips of his hairy.