First, he repositioned those kneeling pads beside my feet. My adoring lover unzipped my dress, pulled it off over my head and then pulled a chair over...for me to hang onto. He pulled my panties down around my ankles then carefully removed them one foot at a time, while simultaneously shoving those thick spongy kneeling pads under my feet, to raise me up a little higher.He retrieved some KY jelly from the bedroom drawer and smeared ample amounts of lubricant generously all over the bat’s handle. ”“Neither do I”, the holy man admitted, “but it doesn’t matter, my backyard is very private.”If he hadn’t been so stoned John my have thought twice about it, but with his mind clouded by the marijuana and his trust of the older man, he agreed. He pulled himself off the couch and followed the priest out to the back yard. He was surprised to see a large in-ground pool filled with cool refreshing water. A little modestly he followed the lead of his mentor and stripped off his uniform and jumped. After going through a lot of replies one took my eye and I replied inthe hope for fun. A sissy needs a Master to tell her what to do and giveher sissy things to do and this Master seemed to want that too.We exchanged emails and every time I was on the edge waiting for repliesand when I saw one my heart raced with anticipation and fear. Being asissy and telling/showing a real man is humiliating as all good sissysshould be.After a while we arranged to meet so I could be used as a sissy slut. Iwas. Getting up in the bedroom Marissa lays down on the king size bed the street light shines in highlighting the shape of her rode as she lays there with her legs spread and the rob half open across her chest exposing the outline of her breasts. Jorge climbed to the one side of her and I to the other we both worked at opening her robe up. At first Jorge and I both caressed a breast. However it was not long until he was working his way to her pussy and it was not long before she submitted to him..