”Joan checked an expensive-looking gold watch on herwrist. “The dance is almost over. What say we twodiligent chaperones take a turn aroun... the dancefloor?” she asked.“OK,” agreed Mike. He held out his hands in theconventional manner, and was surprised when Joan putboth of hands on his shoulders and snuggled close. Heput his hands on her waist and began to sway to themusic. His erection throbbed against her rocking hipsand never had a chance to fade away. When the. She sat caressing her breasts with one hand whilst the other was slowly making circles on her tummy and just touching the tops of her pubic hair above her panties. She looked very sexy and totally in control whilst I stood looking somewhat lost and mildly pathetic.“Now Mary, you will masturbate for me. I want you to sit on the stool and masturbate yourself but I want you to do it subtly. Imagine you are in a room with a stranger, maybe some kind of waiting room and you are desperate to bring. When I looked in the mirror I was a little disappointed that mydress was not a real sissy dress. I would have loved it to havemany layers of petticoat that it would have made the dress stickout showing the petticoats lace and to have been so short thatmy stockings would have been exposed below. That would have beenmore fun for sissy and mistress games.Instead I looked like a pretty girl ready for a special occasionlike a wedding or ball, albeit in a short flared dress. As Imoved the skirt felt. As the days turned into weeks mum saw more and more of me naked, I like her seeing me, she would occasionally make a comment about putting clothes on but I would say to her that clothes was an option that I decided to leave off, bonus for me was I saw her more times in her bra and panties than ever before, she didn’t seem to mind though and it was becoming the norm for her, but getting to asking her for sex was becoming very hard to do even though I wanted her so desperately, then when her.