Don’t have many friends, and haven’t got a girlfriend either,” I said, before I took in what I had just said, and went bright red. I felt so sma...l and pathetic. “Oh well, I’ll be around and I’m sure we can find some things to do together!” she said with a smile that lit up the room.That day passed quickly, as we ate, watched television and before I knew it the time had reached just past eleven. I had never been in the same house, never mind the same room as a girl for so long in all my life.“I. I started to protest, but the sissy did not let me get far before he reminded me of my two options. I dropped my head in agreement.As I undressed the sissy took each item and hung it on a hanger in the hall closet. At least he knew how to treat expensive clothes and I would not have to deal with wrinkles, my brain was telling me. I tried to pull the hood on but the latex was very tight and the hood kept sliding off. I noticed that the sissy was watching me just shaking his head. After. She turned my head to the side and leaned over to start working on the tattoo by laying up across me I guessed to steady herself. She was nice. It felt good. She was very calm and I liked the feel of another woman’s warmth.I noted she reminded me of my dad in that she smelled of cigarettes mixed with her perfume.It hurt. The needle immediately hurt. I flinched and she put her hand down on my stomach and rubbed me gently, I guess to soothe, brushing my penis as she went further down to rub my. Whew, that’s okay, I thought, she wouldn't let on that I was up there watching them. Once again, she stopped Sam's wandering hands and raised up into a sitting position. She was facing me and Sam was on his side, his back to me.She gazed down at Sam and said, ”I suppose other girls let you feel them up?"He chuckled and bragged, “Yeah, a few."“Who?” she asked sweetly. "I better not tell." I won't tell anybody you told me."“Well,” he said, as if reluctant. But I knew him. He’d want to boast. Then.