Und das Beste ist…vor einer Woche erging es meiner Schwester Lisa genauso. Und ich Idiotin rede ihr noch ein sie braucht für eine gute Beziehung ei...en Mann so wie ich ihn habe bzw. hatte. Naja…soviel dazu.Natürlich bin ich traurig deswegen, aber durch seine Art und Weise wie er Schluss gemacht hat überwiegt seltsamerweise der Zorn über die Trauer. Ich hab jetzt 2 Tage lang geheult und heute ist Freitag. Das muss genügen. Das sagte ich mir jedenfalls selbst stündlich.Jedenfalls musste dennoch. She hadbought me a few outfits suitable for a personal assistant to wear. Apersonal assistant with large tits. She took time off work to accompanyme to a beauty salon to get my hair sorted out, my ears pierced and mynails done. I had to get used to having my cock locked into a chastitydevice during the daytime hours. I had to practise signing my name. SissyManhood. That's who I was now. And what I was too. It was all veryexciting. But as the weekend approached I realised that it probablywasn't. I knew I would have to carry her in and put her to bed.I carried my Mom to her room laying her down on her bed. I undid the straps to her heels, and I pulled them off. My Mother had her toenails painted the same color red as her fingernails. I found her painted toenails to be a perfect compliment to her soft, suntanned feet. I gently caressed her feet for a moment as I got a rock hard erection. I had noticed her skirt had ridden up her legs a little. The site of my Mom was driving me crazy. I. Tony returned he too smiling and sits down facing MrsC a few exchanges of nervous smiles so I thought I would spice it up a little for a laugh, I asked Tony what it was about MrsC that made her stand out as an escort from the back? MrsC her heel went straight into my shoe and Tony looked as shocked as her, go on be honest make a married man happy would you fuck her? I must have said it a little to loudly because the couple on the next table were looking, he was smiling his wife choked on her.