" Oh Jaime, that is so cute, that you still think you are a man," I said,laughing. "You are not a man, Jaime. You never were much of one,anyway, and...now you are becoming a sissy maid cuckold for me." Um, yes Ma'am," he answered, clearly excited and responding the way asissy should to being humiliated by a strong woman."You are a weak, panty waist sissy," I told him as I continued shavinghim. "Look at how excited you are getting from being dominated andcontrolled by a powerful woman who knows. I didn't freak, but I froze. He wrapped his arms around my chest and cupped my pecs. Then chills went up and down my spine when I felt his mouth on the back of my neck. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I responded with a combination head shake and garbled, "No." My body froze as Tyler ran his hands down my abs and grabbed my cock, which was rapidly rising. His mouth was near my ear and I could hear him breathing heavy. I could feel my cock throbbing in his hand as I turned my attention to. She cried out, nearly screaming, and I let out a long moan, pushing deep as I could. We held each other, kissing and cuddling, until we caught our breath. She rolled me to my back, and began cleaning me. As many times as she had done this same thing, I NEVER tired or got used to it. It was as if every time was the first.She slid off the edge of the bed, and I rolled over to go to sleep. She would go clean her pussy, douche, and put on a sexy nightie for the landlord's son. Most likely he would. The restaurant was jam-packed from wall to wall, so it was a miracle that Crystal had managed to book a table for so many of us, but I guess she just called in a favour like she so often did. Crystal was obviously anxious about the coming American tour. She sat between me and Judy, and spoke pretty much equally to both of us. She told us that America was going to be the band’s make-or-break tour and that she was fairly sure our chances of breaking into the American music scene weren’t very.