More often than not she will come into the closet, to put me in some sadistic bondage while she is fucking her lover. But sometimes she would not, and...I would have to just stay there in the dark till he leaves. I don't know which was worse"Yes, honey. I have already arranged everything. But I will check again to make sure." I told her."Yes, you better. And I want you to be there at the door to receive us... in your sissy maid outfit... on your knees. Got it?"My heart sank on hearing this. So it. He also would have more than three friends, a social life, and a girlfriend along with it. While Jimmy wished for those kinds of things, he was also happy with his life, for the most part. He stuck to his interests and avoided conflict whenever necessary, never knew that such ways were part of his problem.Jimmy stood up and looked for his shirt. The night had been warm, and he was most comfortable in just his boxers. It was the first day of Spring Break, and aptly, it seemed as if spring had. "I love you. Mommy loves you, though I can never tell you that while you're awake. Not the way I mean it now, anyway. Michael I.." she'd stammered, "I..want to do things to you." Her hand slipped slowly down his back. "There's something wrong with me, Mike. I know I'm not supposed to, but...oh please! Don't think your mother is a dirty little slut. I just need...," she moaned, gripping his boxer covered ass. "Please forgive me. Please let Mommy play for a bit."So saying, she'd gently rubbed and. I had to be tied up in the chair because I kept trying to break free andlick the beautician's pussy. Then they said some strange phrase andsuddenly my world went black.I woke a few hours later, looking like the epitome of feminiity. Hugetits, big hair, sexy makeup and long nails. I reeked of sexual potential.And if that wasn't enough, I was dressed in a wedding dress and wearing7" heels that were impossible to walk in. I guess this bride would becrawling on her wedding night.A limousine arrived.