It was Frankie. Timothy just wanted to curl up and cry, but he movedslowly to the edge of the bed, collected his feet under him and stoodup timidly. ...Frankie once again put his hand onto Timothy's back, andled him towards the attached bathroom. He told Timothy to turn on theshower and select the temperature, when it was ready, Frankie gentlybut firmly guided Timothy under the water. Timothy was allowed toenjoy the cleansing feeling for only a bit, when Frankie started tosoap up and clean. "Yes, Mommy," I answered going instantly into role."What happens to little boys who wear girl's clothes?" she continuedquietly."They get punished," I answered, looking down at the tablecloth.She continued to stoke me with her toes. "Do you need to be punished,little sissy?" No one was seated near us, and we both continued to speakquietly."Yes, Mommy, I do." My cock filled my little white panties and pressedagainst my jeans."Say it all together! You know how!. And look me in the eyes while. Being within walking distance, I decided to do just that - big mistake - on the evening of our date it started to lash when I was on my way and by the time I reached the bar, I was drenched, not a good start!But I found a decent seat and tried to straighten myself out while I was waiting for her - she was keeping me updated on progress and I knew I wouldn't be waiting long. After a few minutes, a taxi pulled up and I saw her hopping out of the back in a shortish dress - even better, as she got. Gabel, and her breasts were getting full according to herself. As Karen was engaged for the entire afternoon, she picked up some lamb chops on the way home.“How did it go?” she asked when she got in the apartment.“I brought some books to study. Hah!”“You should have seen them last week. Which one is drier?” She was already taking off her blouse. She grabbed a diaper as a spit cloth.“I just changed this one.”“Okay, John, you’re up first.” She pulled the office chair into the dining room, got.