Lakshmi ran her fingers lightly over the head and down the shaft.She held it tenderly in her small hand.”Shailu,” she said.She looked up at me. �...No one must ever find out.”“I know, Lakshmi. No one will.”I caressed her beautiful face and brought her mouth to the head of my cock. Her lips brushed the tip and she stopped.“I’ve never done this before,” she said.I stroked her cheek and said, “I think we’re going to do a lot of things you’ve never done before.I brought her mouth back to my cock,. To her,all men were simply 'dumbsticks' who were ruled by their 'little heads'and disgusting flows of testosterone. Emasculation of any man was grandsport. However, young, pretty sissies were her preoccupation. She adored thelittle prissy pantywaists. Nancyboys were literally the perfect 'giftthat keeps on giving.' And her greatest passion within thatpreoccupation was their initial training - not that any sissy everbecomes perfectly trained, which, of course, was their special 'ever-giving. "You think so?" We'll have to see," she said.While we were talking, a beautiful Asian woman came in pushing a cart. Shesmiled at me. "I'm here to do your hands and feet."The operator led my wife out of the room. As they passed, she said to thenail specialist, "A rounded quarter inch, glossy black."I watched quietly as she put spacers between my toes. She massaged my feetand then filed my toenails. She looked through her bottles and pulled oneout and shook it. And then painted the nails a glossy. .. pretty much just her asking would have done it. But I knew that Lisa had established a no-sex boundary for relationships, and I felt it would be disrespectful to disregard that boundary. I was not about to start us out on that note.However, at her invitation, I returned first thing in the morning for breakfast: coffee and a couple of breakfast sandwiches from the Sheetz convenience store down the street. It was waiting on the coffee table in front of her couch when I walked in. She, herself,.