....”Have you? Have you masturbated thinking about me?He didn't reply, couldn't look at her. “You have, haven't you?” he nodded. “How many tim...s?” she demanded. “A few.” he admitted. “And when was the last time?” her tone becoming more demanding, commanding. “Last night.” was the meek reply. “Last night. You're telling me that last night you wanked off thinking about me?” Again he nodded. “Where?” she probed. “Er, in the shower.” he replied. “Ugh!” she snorted, “Standing in the shower with a. Waking up spooned behind her, her hand holding mine under her t-shirt against her breast. Waking up with my hand clamped against her pussy by her thighs, aware of the damp patch in her panties my thumb was pressing against. Waking up from yet another erotic dream to find Ellen's head bobbing up and down, my cock enclosed in her warm, wet mouth, her naked body gleaming in the pale morning light."Ellen..."She didn't look up, merely increasing her suction until I was right on the edge."Ellen!"At. We aren't monsters after all." I thought I might collapse justfrom the strain of imagining all that effort. I was feeling more and morelightheaded, the tour taking on the shape of a waking nightmare. Thewalls seemed to be sliding closer and closer, the lights dimming...Iprayed silently that the tour was almost over..."The tour is almost over, which should tell you something about thespartan simplicity of a sissy's life. Only two more stops. First, on yourleft you'll see the shower room.. They would see nothing wrong with frequent masturbation and group sex play. I guess that’s where I am too. If it’s safe, consensual, and fun loving ... oh, and of course erotic and orgasmic ... then I’d surely like to try it.”“No social stigma attached?”Georgette laughed, “Well, I wouldn’t advertise it or want my picture on the Internet, but with a close group of friends who know how to be discreet, why not? Don’t people who know you think of you as a group of swingers?”I responded, “I don’t.