Nicky? Can I borrow Amy for a couple of minutes? It won't take long," I asked.After Nicky was gone, I looked at Amy."Are you really okay with this? Yo... do understand you will have to move to Tennessee. And you are welcome to live with us, if you don't mind crowds, that is." I don't know. This is all so sudden! I haven't had time to think it through," she exclaimed."Well, you've got some time, why don't you think about it some more. And when you're ready, you can come to Tennessee and stay with. I wondered if it was his first sex..."Let's sit down on this bale of straw, Mark," said Sarah.I let him slide out of my mouth, and opening my eyes I saw Sarah with her new dress wide open, her beautiful breasts spilling and lolling, her panties still caught around one ankle. She was sitting down, leaning back against the wall, patting the straw between her long, strong wide-spread legs. She caught my eye, and smiled so deliciously it felt like she was caressing my soul. She steered the. It was a beautiful boy, with a athletic body, blond hair and a face requesting to be kissed either by a young girl or by a old horny closet gay like me.Our flight to New York was called and there we went. Peter was seating in the rear of the plane and I was flying first class (for my company nothing was good enough for the engineers when they had to travel long distances) and we agreed to meet in the waiting area for our fly.We went to the gate and saw the announcement that the flight was. He proceeded to bind me up, ankle to neck, with the ducttape.I was thrown onto my bed, with cum leaking from my sissy holes, and toldto try to get some sleep as my next sissy cock trainer would be here at5am. The man turned my phone on to a sissy hypnosis loop and put myheadphones on me. I drifted off to sleep listening to a non-stop loop ofthe sounds of fucking while some sissy chanted a sissy sub mantra."I am a sissy slut." The mantra chanted. "I live to serve cock. I existonly to make horny.