Later that week, the day I was planning on getting home, and the day of her appointment, I would be lying if I said I wasn't a bit anxious to find out...how it went for her. I was about an hour from home when she called me, wondering how soon till I was going to be home. The tone of her voice said she was very relaxed....but extremely turned on at the same time. I told her I was about an hour away....and I had to drop my trailer, and do a couple other things before coming home....her response was. And ifthey don't have gas money and have to take public transportation, it willgive them more time to think about their bad attitudes. That's the wayit is with sissy sisters like these two. You have to work extra hard todrive home anything you're trying to teach them." She squatted downalongside the disgraced men, who obviously hated being treated assissies, as much as they did the punishment they were currently enduring.Rosa stared hard at them and said, "Isn't that right, you. Slowly it caressed her breast. Then it made its way to her nipple area where one finger started slowly to caress the nipple until she felt it getting hard. She gasped again and her breathing got difficult. RuthAnn was frightened. What would they do next? How would she react? She couldn't move her arms. Couldn't release the rail. Couldn't protect her boobs. About the only thing she could bring herself to do was to move closer to Elbow Guy so that the other passengers couldn't see her being. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you shouldn’t.” She said. “It’s Ok, I could probably do with the practice.” I told her and shrugged, like it doesn’t matter. “Well, just as long as you’re sure.” So for the next week, after I had finished my job I would go to her house and fix whatever I had to. I never asked for pay, just experience so I co do my job better. I will admit that I had an ulterior motive. I’ve always had a thing for older women, and she was just perfect. Helping.