More exciting than anythingshe could imagine. Linda had never allowed any man, let alone anegotistical domineering drag queen prima donna like Meliss..., to orderher about the way Melissa had been doing.In a sense it was liberating. With Mistress Melissa in charge shedidn't have to worry about making decisions. It seemed that even whenand where their sissy Simonne's tongue would be allowed to assault herpussy would be solely Mistress Melissa's decision.As these thoughts coursed through her. I looked under the covers at my naked self, my flaccid penis just lieing to one side. "Did we?" I asked my dick, like it could answer. I fell back down onto my bed. My head still spinning. I looked to my bed side table and saw there was a pint of water, some pills which I guessed where pain killers and a piece of paper. I grabbed the pills and chucked them in my mouth, grabbing the water and gulping it down. I then took a deep breath and picked up the piece of paper. It read,Sorry Robbie I have. .....”Fiona had just came in from work on Monday evening around about two hours late and handed her journal over immediately before getting undressed and sitting beside me on the couch to play with my cock as I read her entry. This was to become our routine after each working day; if Fiona didn’t hand me the journal straight away then in meant there had been no meetings with Steve and no journal entry. I carried on reading her words which I’ll recite for you as she stroked my limp cock.Fiona. Because I don’t think I’ll keep his face intact if I hear him talking like that about Izzi again.’ Nathan frowned. ‘What did he say?’ Brandon sighed, starting to walk down the hallway. ‘Mean things,’ he murmured, shoving his hands inside his pockets. ‘I don’t know how he can say all that about her. He knows her story… He should be more considerate.’ ‘He’s probably just jealous because she chose you and not him.’ Nathan put his arm around him again, stroking his back. ‘Ignore what he says..