“Oh shit, Dan.” you stutter, “I thought you were John, I… sorry, I would’ve put some clothes on if I’d known it was you.”He seems taken ...back by your skimpy outfit, as if he’d suddenly forgot why he knocked on your door in the first place. “That’s, uh…” he begins, “That’s alright, Anna. I don’t mind. Look, can you help me with my car? I broke down on the road right outside.”“Oh, sorry,” you explain, “I’m no help with that sort of thing. But if you want, John should be home soon. He can help you. ." The words caughtin my throat. "Because a good sissy wouldn't!" I managed to say.Mistress Tara's eyebrows went up. "I see... a good point." She paused."Still there will always be temptation to do so... lift the front of yourskirt and pull your panties down so can see your dickette," she said. Idid as she commanded and looked at her to see her brush some toast crumbsoff her breast, she looked up and tossed her hair to one side."Hmmm I think you are getting aroused Tiffany." She smiled. "I. She was always home before I got home and we usually had sex. Life was pretty good.I need to tell you a little about my past sexual experiences. To be honest, I wasn't some great lover that brought all his partners to gigantic orgasms. I was just a guy that dated women but never got serious about any. Most of my sexual encounters happened at or after parties.I didn't do a lot of the things you read about on a regular basis. I wasn't in love with eating pussy. If I was really drunk, I might do. Naturally, everybody but Alice spent some time in the saloon after supper. Keith got into a long conversation with a couple of local businessmen and came to bed shaking his head.The next day, they made about 20 miles in country a little less demanding on the mules. They repeated their overnight stay in a saloon/hotel, and Keith sought out some local businessmen for another long conversation. Again, he came to bed looking very thoughtful. Sam wondered what was going on, but figured that Keith.