"It will get easier with use," I mumbled to myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and although the outline of my panties could just be seen through...the dress there was no sign of my nipples. That won't please the boys!Next I put my make-up on. The blood red lipstick seemed to go particularly well with the dress and by the time I had finished putting my make-up on I looked like a million dollars - even if I say so myself. I chose a pair of white high heeled shoes to wear on my feet. They were. I remember when she first came in to my salon with her Mistress, and I think that was the last and only time she even looked slightly masculine.I had worked with Becky's Mistress a few times before on other sissies, but Becky was going to be by far her biggest focus of time and attention. It seemed that Becky's Mistress had just started her own business importing various pornography tapes from Europe and was planning on setting up her own distribution business in the States. The only problem. He had also mentioned that he'd always wanted to motorboat my big breasts, so whenever I'd go into the other room, I'd rub my nipples to keep them hard and poking through the tiny top.While we were eating dinner my husband told him about a crush he had on one of his teachers in high school. He said that he thought about it so much it drove him crazy and even still masturbates to her sometimes today. Hubby then asked him; if he could do just one thing to me, what it would be. Travis was polite. " So that's why you invited George." Yeah. I wanted to ask you about it first, though."I wasn't really sure how I felt about George having sex with somebody else. He and I had been together for about six months, and we hadn't even talked about it. I remembered one of my ex-boyfriends, who tried to convince me that 'open relationships' were the best thing since sliced bread. Turns out he just wanted to screw anything that moved and had a vagina; he was only dating me so he could get in my pants..