Mrs. Brown informed me that she had made an appointment for the both of us, but that we should eat first. I asked her what kind of an appointment and ...ll she would say was that it was a surprise. (Oh no! But, I was getting to eat!) She then took out a small hair brush from her purse and handed it to me...She told me to pull down the window visor. I did and saw a mirror! Cool! I brushed my hair back to its normal state and handed her the brush back. She told me to put it back in her purse so I. He had an intense look that seemed to probe my mind. He seemed to be asking, with his eyes, “Is this true? I haven’t seen this side of you before.” Yet, he actually said nothing. He just stared.This was the moment I had wanted, but I didn’t know what to say. Chloe spoke for me.“She reckons she’d get involved.”Chloe was clearly simmering with sexual energy. Her eyes sparkled; she leered at me in a sexy way, with a smile that I could only describe as wicked, or even naughty.The wet talker sprang. Very full, very fucakable. Stupid bitch.===============================================================Two Hours Later:We were exhausted fucking the MILF. She had kept her word. Hoping to be set freeshe screwed the hell out of us. We laid back on some chairs and we even let her lay down on the couch. Please I just want to go home. I’ll never say a word. It would be too embarrassing. I just want to go home, PLEASE.Are you sure, you won’t talk?No, never that would be too embarrassing, I. Much about him was large. And thoseshoes had been shined by one of the figures cowering respectfully beforehim, one of the many sissies under his charge. It was good to be theWarden of Johnsonville's notorious Sissy Prison.He sneered down at the intimidated girly-guys who awaited his commands.They were uniformly short, soft, and demonstrating feminine body language.All of them lacked even a trace of masculine body hair. That was how heliked them. Smooth. They all wore touches of make-up,.