She is awake now, and her movements are more shallow. As I move slowly upward, along her flesh, the tension in her body builds and releases against mi...e. Her breast enters my hand.“You did this?”“Yes. Well, this is as far as I got.”“It feels… wonderful.” Her body becomes more decisive and distinct as my hand more fully explores her flesh. The nipple is hard and protruding, and as I run across it the sensitivity of it is obvious: her body presses into mine with determination. “Can you…can you. But watching my mother fall apart like that saddened me deeply. The only comfort I found was in a young man, a couple of years older than me. He moved here to France from England a few years ago. His name was James. (Medium blond hair, slim physic, very handsome). He would help me take care of my mother. We had made love many times. But only with are eyes. But one day he got the news that his mother had become ill and died of a sever fever. I went over to his house to comfort him. He was asleep. MasterMarcus72 sent me a message. "Hi sissy," he wrote. "I enjoyedlooking at your profile and while I think you need a lot of training, Ialso think that you might be a suitable candidate to become my new sissyslut." Text me at this number {REDACTED} and we'll begin your trainingimmediately."His timing was impeccable. He sent the message on Friday afternoon, so Ireplied at the end of the week when I was horny and dreaming aboutspending the whole weekend dolled up as a sissy slut."Hello, Master. I watched him licking the red tip of his dick, Shit, I thought to myself, I think I could do that. I wondered what it would taste like and how it would feel in my mouth. Fuck, I thought to myself, what am I thinking? I noticed my pussy was getting wet. It would serve that basturd right if I did do his dog. I was mad and kind of excited at the same time. Get the hell out of my kitchen, I growled. The dog jumped up and ran into the den with Tom.Dont yell at him, Tom snapped. Its me your.