His nose cringing at the vile stink which sissies must be able toendure.His feminine shadowed eyes wide open in pain and humiliation. Maybe atear tryi...g to ruin his mascara.His milk running into the crystal collection jug at the base of themilker.His vagina being enlarged in width and depth for future use and for hishumiliation.His feminine butt cheeks, raw and sore, ready to take any type ofpressure his "dating sessions" may provide.If you had a SISSIFIER XL 7000 you could have the pleasure of. That’s the only way.”Kim and Brad exchanged looks. Then Brad casually asked, “How long has that policy been in effect?”“Oh, a very long time, sir. Since before I came.”“And how long have you been working here?” Kim asked.“It’s nearly two years now, ma’am.”They thanked the girl and left. Once outside of the office and out of anyone else’s hearing, Brad quietly exploded. “Can you believe it? Those girls have been working...” He paused and did some fast mental arithmetic. “Holy shit! They’ve been. Perhaps it’s the free flowing alcohol in the city, the air from the river, the simple charming beauty of the promenade or just the reputation of the city but there is something to there that opens hearts and spreads ankles.Case in point, it was when I was taking my usual detour from the riverside to my big-for-New-Orleans but objectively tiny Royal Street apartment tht I met Leyla. I should say, I spied her. I’ve always had a thing for redheads and my god was she a specimen. Hair the color of. Richard then looked over at me. ‘We are starting the lower flush now.’I looked at the screen as Richard passed his camera pen to Frank. I saw the funnel removed from my mouth and inserted into my arse. Richard leaned over and with a semi hard cock, began to piss. He seemed to continue for minutes, filling my arse with his hot piss. When he stopped, Frank somehow mustered more piss and continued filling me. A bucket was then placed between my legs. I was instructed to hold the piss for as long.