"And I will become the Mistress that is inside of me. Allthose days of being a bitch? Did it make you hard?"I giggled.The word "sissy" jolted me, howe...er. Cream-Pie had used it to describeme. But a sissy was something different than a transvestite. Yet, Ithought, I really had learned to love to clean. I did dress as a maidfive days a week. I did do laundry."Now, my sissy, I'm going to have a salad. How about you?"And, as easy as that, it was decided. I had a Mistress. I was her sissy.There. Suddenly you realize that he has your hand and is pulling you towards him, in a motion that is causing your whole body to spin. Back against the wall you feel the whole weight of his body pressed against yours. You feel his right hand in your hair. It catches you off guard and you gasp for air, but your breath is cut short by his lips sealing your lips and his tongue swirling inside your mouth. You begin to melt. ‘STOP IT’ you yell in your mind, but the words don’t come out, you cannot speak. “Time for lunch anyway.” A huge grin spread across Susan’s face. “What’s so funny, girl?” I said. “I made lunch.” She beamed. “I was just coming to get you.” She’d made a nice lunch for us. I was impressed. She’d always said she was a terror in the kitchen. We ate and chatted, mindlessly passing the time. Afterwards, we retired to the couch. It was a sunny day, and the couch was setting firmly in a sunbeam, making me sleepy. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I know, I’m laying on. I gently pushed back again, and, coated in his own pre-cum and saliva, his cock slipped inside me. I moaned, groaned. My wife moaned onto my cock, realizing what was happening, and she ran a hand between my lags, gently caressing my testicles, and touching the ring of my anus, the head of his cock keeping it stretched. She ran a gentle finger around it, then along his shaft, before cupping his and gently squeezing them. He moaned, and made an involuntary thrust, sliding his cock more than.