Her tits were so tight, the top of them was nearly level, and the sticky texture of the condom was secured to her skin. Something dry wiped across her...breast, smearing away a little of the cum, before being pressed against her ass-cheek. Her lip trembled when she realized a dollar bill had been glued to her ass with jizz; the humiliation edging her dangerously close to orgasm. The next man wasn't playing around, his licorice-flavored condom plowing into Carol's tongue. He grabbed a fistful of. There’s a bunch of us working on it. We’re trying to tell everybody we can about it. We want to let people know that anyone and everyone is welcome to come. But we need help to get as many people as we can to come. Some of us can’t be there. Some are too busy or have other things they have to do. Some have to work and can’t miss the day’s pay so they can’t afford to come. Worse than that some won’t come because they just don’t care. I can’t bare that. It breaks my heart. I try not to be. I am somewhatdisturbed from your report that he misbehaved while at the salon. I couldforgive Camille for forgetting to walk, speak and behave as a good sissyshould as it was his first public outing. However, having to be spankedin the salon is unforgivable. The more I think about it, the moreembarrassed I become. Imagine what Martha and Mr. Henri must think of meafter witnessing Camille's bad behavior? I think it is time to insureCamille's bestest sissy behavior in the future. I think.....". The door hadn’t closed and I could see in. Mom was just coming out of the shower when she looked up and saw me. She smiled at me and casually closed the bathroom door.Later when we were sitting in the living room watching a movie Mom asked, “Did you get a good look at me in the bathroom…or do you need more?”I knew that my pecker was standing at attention shouting, “More, more, Damn it.”Mom looked down and said, “I can see the answer. Now if I do this you must promise never to tell your father.