He talked and talked for over an hour about how his wife and daughter would cuss him out and put him down every day and because of his father inlaws h... couldn't say a word against them. Oh I should say that the more he talked the more he drank ( he had driven over and had a case of beer in the cooler in the trunk) By the time he finished venting about had bad he had it he was slurring his words to a point I had to listen real close to understand him. I took him in to use the phone and he called. “A sissy wears mummy’s under things and plants a kiss on her vanity mirror, while mincing around her bedroom.” Again he shocked me! “With her Harlem Nights ruby lipstick on his sweet lips!”I continued with the walking exercises. “You need to sway those hips around something, a focus.” I gasped as I felt that plug inflate inside me! It wasn’t painful but that very full feeling was too strange! “Rotate your hips around that form as you walk my dear sissy c***d.”“I’m fucking old enough to vote you. Time for himself and his wife.Suddenly, Donald knew what he had to do. But he needed to make some phone calls, the first being to his bank manager. Calmly, Donald sat back at his desk. He picked up the phone and dialled. As he waited for the connection, he smiled, then he laughed. It was the first time he had laughed in a long, long time.It was nearly two o'clock when he was leaving the building and he bumped into Jamison, coming back from his lunch date. "Hello, Donald," he said, "Did you look. Shilla got up, went over to where he was sitting and planted a big kiss on his forehead, “thanks,” she said, her large tits bouncing in his face. I could see the bulge that was growing in his pants and winked at shilla while nodding my head in the direction of my attention. Shilla gasped and bending down stroked his manhood saying, “my, my, what a big boy.” Before he knew what was happening, Shilla pulled down the zip on his trousers and pulled out his enormous cock. Shilla took his.