He pressed my hand to his heart and I jumped feeling his warm hand rest upon my bosom. My heart leap like a gazelle no one had ever touch me there -my...thought lost. He closed his eyes and I scanned the forest quickly nervous of being caught in this compromising position. Then I felt it, it was an odd tingling on my hand as if his heart was pressing into my hand, I could feel it pulse against my palms, warm, eager, willing, a open heart – like feeling the beat of his soul. ‘I feel it!’ I said. But shehad all the money, and she turned me. Exposed me at work, to my family,to my friends." That's awful." Not really. They were bound to find out. This just got it out of theway. Ha. My brother Ted? He walked in on me when I blowing his bestfriend." What was that like?" Oh, it was a nice dick," she said.I laughed. She certainly had adjusted to life as a sissy. She seemedcomfortable, happy."How about you? Did your Mistress force you?" No. I volunteered." Really? No one made you put on a. Instead, he had taken her, bound her, paraded her in front of his friends, offered her body to them as if he owned her, sometimes watching, sometimes not, as they played with her, teased her and made her writhe and beg, used her body for their pleasure, their fingers, their cocks plunging into her body at her Master's pleasure. She moaned and whimpered as she thought of what was in store for her.As they pulled down the alley he motioned to his house slave to get it ready, and stepped out when. They kissed again and I felt my prick showing it's appreciation by rearing up in the confine of my jeans as Cathy's lips parted for Charlotte's eagerly exploring tongue and her hands caressed my sister's gorgeous little bottom."Come and join us Derek" Charlotte breathed and I needed no further encouragement to kneel behind her and touch my lips to the little pink strip between her cheeks, she moaned softly as I eased the tiny thong down slowly and ran my tongue down into the valley of her.