” I reached in and hefted his heavy balls from his pants..“Mom got a box of two dozen pairs a while back. I think I now have like three pairs left...after these.” I shrugged. “Guys seem to like it.”“Can you suck on it? Handjobs rarely do it for me,” he asked hesitantly.I leaned down and looked up into his face. “So does Mr. Johnson have a first name? I like to know who I blow.”“Jeff, Katie dear, the name’s Jeff.” He reached out and took my face in his big hand. It was strangely tender for someone. We got talking about all things and they asked where my wife was i told them she was at work and she was on a late so it would be a cold tea for me..as they were such a nice couple they asked if i fancied calling round for tea and a nice glass of wine..Thanks very much i would love that,,Tracy said if your wife wanted she could call after work but if not maybe we could meet up on a dog walk one day..deffo..but she will be going straight home after a long shift she will be shot..i got there. That's when Roshan happen to see me looking. He asked me “you were watching buddy?” I thought you were sleeping the whole time man?” I could only confess by nodding my head yes. He continued saying, “Thanks man for not getting mad. Your fiancé is just trying to pay off your debt, just a little strip show and lapdance.” I just continued to nod in agreement. He knew I was ok watching this. He confessed to me “she is fucking hot man! We used to American girls dancing for us, but she is a hot. The bra was being fastened behind hisback, the tight band and cups stretching to accommodate his now amplebreasts. The weight had been taken and he would no longer have to holdthem, he cringed slightly knowing he'd need a bra until he figured how toremove them. He briefly thought, 'Not the worst thing they've done to me.'He knew he was close to being finished and stuck in a new silly sissydress again with his mind wandering back to the hotel room and wishing hehad just stayed put. "A sissy.