The combinationof the painful super-high heels, his still burning derriere and theother sexual torments to his peenie, nipples and rosebud made him mo...ein the swishiest over-the-top sissy style imaginable.After knocking, entering and curtseying, Doctor Cutwell had him take aseat at her mini conference table. Mercifully, she provided a soft silkpillow that felt coolly delicious on his tender rear.The doctor carefully eyed Peter. He was exactly where she wanted him.All silly boyish resistance was. Lying on his bed he looked around the room at all the things he had felt were important enough to display and his eyes eventually fell upon his most prized possessions. His old beaten up How and Why Wonder Book's that he had found at a garage sale when he was eight. He remembered the lady who owned them had been asking a dollar a piece, he only had five dollars, couldn't decide which ones to buy and asked the lady if he could look through them to help him decide. She agreed but right about the. I drove her to my apartment. I told her I needed to drop some shit off. She laughed when I said the word shit and I asked her to forgive me. She laughed again. She asked why I had made such a big deal about the syrup, she never wanted to see syrup again after smelling it all morning. I asked if she wanted me to show her. She said sure. I pretended to think twice once we were inside. I told her it was inappropriate and we should leave. She said what could be so bad. ‘Its not like you are going. It should run him right up the wall." "He can put it to Lorena, if he wants to," Glynn went on. "But not until he comes. That ought to go in you, mom. When I see that he's coming, then I'll come over and wait to get my prick back in you while you're still hot and squirming." She said throatily, "We'll do it, lover; it's a wonderful way to start the evening, and besides, I'm just as anxious to see your father squeeze all that huge meat of his into his daughter's small box. Your sister must.