"Tyson loves his children, so she wants to give him more." Anything to keep our masters happy," Mickey said with a nod. "So what are we doing now?" Ja...es will be at the school," I said. "I'll go there and meet him." I'm sure Mike will be there as well. He admires your master. I just wish he had the same presence as James."I shrugged. At that moment, I could think of no good answer for my friend. Instead, I continued to walk through the hallways.Our progress was quick. We did have to slow down. I reached down with my left hand and touched the other book where it snuggled in another side pocket. I thought of another old saying I had always loved. "Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning." My night had been very long indeed, but my days had more than made up for them.I relaxed, folding my hands in my lap. I looked at Mike again. Not that I needed a picture to keep his face in my mind. I closed my eyes, holding him before me, as handsome and as strong and loving as he. I might have made some arithmetic mistakes though. It’s hard to remember the multiplication tables when you’re thinking about sucking on your titties!” Meagan took this statement as an invitation to put her big hard nipples into her mouth and suck on each of them. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now too! I don’t really remember much of what the teachers said the rest of the day after the math test. I had to keep repeating to myself reminders not to strip at school.”“At least you waited. The last part, at least, I hoped was justfantasy-talk. I was wrong on this too.The more I was trapped in the crib drinking from my baby-bottle, the moreI became addicted to being mocked by Fiona as she drank wine, blew smokein my face (I had been an avid antismoker and banned smoking in our home)and encouraging me to rub my sissy-clit through my sissypanties and begto be a sissybaby girl. Night after night, week after week, month aftermonth I was losing my sense of masculinity in this process.