"I collapsed onto the floor by the door. And that's where Pops found me crying.He knelt down by my side and tilted my chin, so I was looking at him, "...hat's wrong Cleo? Did that boy Bruce try anything funny with you?"I wiped away my tears and snot with a handkerchief he handed me, "No. Bruce was fine. But I..." another crying attack. "I fell down off the stage, and it brought back memories of that night." I rubbed the back of my neck as I imagined the pain was back.Steven then held me tight and. She brought it over to me as I sat on her kid’s bed. She then kissed me passionately and I felt electricity course through my veins. Her hand then rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. We continued this for a little while, but I was nervous with everyone in the next room. The door wasn’t even locked! So I got up to leave, and as I got my two friends, her mother and husband said good-bye. She said, “Come back anytime.”…….I soon did come back again on a Tuesday night. Her kids were asleep. We. I wont bore you with the backstory, but after a long time searching for a man that was interested in a meet, i finally ended up finding someone that was interested. He told me that he was experienced in the use of sissy males, and that he knew what he wanted. This was nice to hear as im submissive and i like a man that will take control. We decided on a hotel meet. I arrived early and checked in. I did my makeup, and my nails, got dressed in a tight red dress with black heels and awaited his. I talked about it briefly with Betsy, and got her take on it. "He doesn't really need the money; he does it mostly because he just enjoys schmoozing with the fans," she said.We had met that day at the field house for my pitching session -- sans Bill -- for the first time ever. "Good of you to come out and help me, even with Bill not here," I told her. "I'm keeping good records. Some day, I hope to pay you back -- both of you -- for all this help." Aw, shucks, it ain't nuthin'," Betsy said with.