But sissies, take her by the ass first and tell herwhat you think. And then take her mouth, and tell Me whatyou think."He took a quick glance at Mistr...ss Red and got into sissyposition, knees spread, elbows on floor, right on stage,turning his ass to the audience. They're still filming me,but I obey, I obey.Someone put more lubricant in his ass. And then there was acock there, pumping him. John couldn't see who it was.A mellow voice said to him, "Your ass is stretched andsaggy. Not tight. You. It was hammering so hard against my chest, that I was convinced it would break free with the next beat. It didn’t, and the man behind the counter hardly took his eyes off the picture on the portable TV he was watching as he took my money. I hurriedly concealed the magazine in my coat, and hurried back to the hotel, convinced my mother must surely somehow on my tail. Once back in the hotel, I started to relax somewhat, no longer convinced I was about to be arrested or grounded for eternity,. I told her I had been divorced for the last three years. The conversation flowed progressively easier as we went through dinner. We ordered dessert but decided against coffee and instead hit a local jazz club we noticed a couple of doors down. As we walked out the door and down the street to the club, the evening air felt good. We held hands and laughed as we told each other jokes. We arrived at the club in a few minutes. As we went inside the change of atmosphere was a bit of a shock. The jazz. I finished my makeup in front ofthe washstand mirror. No interruptions (though I had imagined that itmight be fun if someone had come in then).I left the box and the old clothes behind and stepped outside into abeautiful day. I put the bat up behind my neck, with one arm on thehandle and the other near the tip, and strolled to the car. In thatoutfit, the hip-swaying strut came naturally; I'm not sure that I couldhave walked like a guy if I wanted. I smiled, and felt great.I turned on some.