"Tsk, tsk, Davie, Davie. I'm not talking about the six hundred or so dollars that you kept in your joint account. I'm talking about the twenty eight t...ousand dollars you have in your own private account!"David was bewildered and wondered how Greg knew about his secret account. 'Not even Bonnie knows about that!' he thought."Are you paying attention Davie? It's important that you do exactly what I tell you. You might want to take some notes if you don't think you can't remember it all."David. " "Aryana, stop. Let me in, so we can talk." He had a pleading look in his eyes. I moved out of the way and kicked the door open all the way. He said thank you as he walked in and moved to my bed. After re-shutting my door I joined him. "So tell me, what's going on?" He asked, with a genuine look of care in his eyes. So I told him. As I told him, tears began to pour down my face, and soon I was hiding myself in his chest, while he was rubbing my back. I was hyperventilating and was all around a. Marc doesn't think of himself as my husband any more, but as my son -- my sissy son."I began by dressing as a glamour girl of his mother's generation," Julie continued. "This reminded him of the women who dominated him as a young boy -- his mother, his aunts, and his teachers. They were big and strong, he was small and weak. Their outfits -- tight sweaters and skirts, pointed bras, low-cut, figure-hugging dresses, sky-high heels, heavy makeup -- also turned him on. Dressed like them, I. Damn, it felt good to his cock, to be in a wet, warm mouth. And it felt good to his mouth, to have a nice thick cock filling it up. Harl began to rock his hips, so that he was moving his cock in and out of his own mouth. He could taste his precum mixing with his saliva, and it was very slippery on his dick. The pleasure was so fine, he just kept slowly rocking and fucking his mouth. As he did this, he could see his balls above his face, and reached for them with his hand. A shock of.