"Did you set me up? Did you pay those people to say those things?" Samasked."I'm hurt you would think that about me," Will said with mock annoyance."I...need to get back to my place," Sam said feeling groggy anduncomfortable."Do you need a ride?" Will offered."I can get a cab," Sam replied and walked out.***Back at her apartment, Sam immediately got out of her dress. It felt sorestricted as if it were a size too small. Sam looked at herself in themirror wondering if she was getting fat. She. I did, however, get to give him some relief before he left. Jim took me out to the barn, while in my white wedding dress, and told me to get down on my knees. “Belle, please! It will only take a moment,” he begged. I smiled at him and lowered myself down to my knees. I am a proper southern lady after all and we are known for our hospitality. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I got my first look at a man’s penis. It was so. My emergence was awaited by a line of mature dommes, no doubt with spiteful bitch daughters of their own, who applauded Blanche's triumphal acquisition of me. The line led to the middle of a lounge where the sissy now knelt naked and un-caged, palms out, holding the cane I had chosen. I remembered Blanche's promise and eyed the zipped crotch of the formidable woman as the tight latex creased around her anus and camel-toe. Her smell and taste after caning her latest prey would be exquisite.As I. Lissa Brewer will be welded to his side; talk about wanting his cake and eating it too. But my mom and his mom are friends and it might look more suspicious if I don't go. Besides, the more I think about it, the more the inseam nibbles at my wet clit. Before I answer him, I wait until I have the perfect outfit selected in my mind, then wait some more, until he's about to drop me off."What time?" I ask breezily, caressing the door latch in a horizontal hand job.He just looks at me. I know that.