He eyes her up, from the tip of her black varnished toe nails to her neat short blonde bob. On her right thigh by her pussy is a tattoo of something. ...er belly button is pierced with a cross. She is quite clearly not the same woman he met 2 hours ago.She is watching him absorb her. She smiles as she follows his eyes looking over her body. “ I thought I’d surprise you. We could waste an hour or so chatting and passing pleasantries but I like you, as you’ve seen in my wet pussy. What I really. She grinned at me then looked at the bottle again."You can't be serious," I laughed, "you couldn't do it." Why not?" she asked, her voice not quite steady."For one thing you wouldn't dare while I was around." I responded."You reckon?" she laughed."I reckon." I grinned, "In fact I dare you."Having called her bluff I sat back feeling smug with myself."Right." Angie replied.Leaning forward she picked up the bottle, amazed and excited by her action I watched as she pulled one side of her panty. My clit almost shot it’s load. I was a sissy.”I am Mistress Victoria, your to kneel and worship me, be your most effeminate, sissy self at all times when in my company. The slightest whiff of male will be beaten out of you, do you understand those rules sissy” she demanded”Oh yes Mistress Victoria” I replied. I used my practiced sissy voice when I spoke to her.”Excellent. Are you fem right now? “” She asked.”Yes Mistress Victoria”: I said and described my outfit.“I don’t want a description you. I landed in his lap, my hand on his shoulder and stomach. I could feel the muscles from over his t-shirt.He pulled me closer and kissed me again, this time with passion and running his hand all over my body very softly.I felt a little aroused and responded to his kissing. He took off my t-shirt and was eyeballing my boobs. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them from gentle to hard. I was fucking high on sex already. He started kissing my neck continuing his squeezing practice on my.