After Clint left Mistress unpacked her purchases. There were latexcatsuits, hoods, gags, butt plugs, a milking machine, sheaths, skirts,boots and a la...ex lined coffin."Now, Michelle in order to remind you when you forget you are a sissyand need to act a lady or slut, as I desire, I've bought you thiselectronic dog collar. When you forget to use your fem voice or sit likea proper lady I will use this remote to jog your memory.Come over her and kneel in front of me." Once I had settled in front. When she looks back into the phone, she has a big smile on her face. “Well, I got a little time to talk to you now.”“Alright,” he grins. “I guess since you’ve done a thing or two with dogs, then I supposed it’s totally normal.”“Oh yeah, for sure,” Cathleen agrees. “A lot of people will say different, but fuck them.”“That’s pretty much what my therapist says,” he tells her.“Boy or girl?”“Huh?”“Is your therapist a boy or girl?”“Oh ... girl,” he says with a chuckle. “I thought you meant the. . ?" No... , Eileen laughed, "Didn't I tell you—Mel has a thing for older women? "She said, with a little giggle.They're teasing me, She thought. However, even at her mature age, Yasmin, who was still a sensuous vital woman, felt a faint stirring. I can't believe this! She thought completely bewildered. "I'm starting to get aroused... !"Okay... , in that case... , "Yasmin said, a beguiling little smile playing on her face." You can ask me anything!"All three women laughed at the older woman's. Their words sounded trite and insipid. At least there were no children in the room.After an hour he was satisfied that no one was following. Jeremy found his bus and sat in the back all the way to the financial district. He got lost once and was tempted to ask someone for directions even though he wanted to give no one a reason to take notice of him. After taking a breath to calm his nerves, he found the right street and three blocks down spotted the bank.The bank had four teller windows..