She had not had anything in her ass since herhorrendous introduction to the Sissyfuckers Club at the mansion. But itwas not just the physical discomfo...t she felt as her tight rectumexpanded to admit the intruder. It was a humiliating violation that bothreminded her of her shameful choice to work for the Club and served as aportent for what seemed likely to follow that night.Once the four were settled, they took out pens and pads of paper andprepared to answer a series of questions that Mr Grace. After calculus, I headed to the ‘Composition’ course which was, as I’d suspected, the college equivalent of my High School creative writing class. I’d enjoyed that class and had written mostly science fiction when we’d had a free choice of topics. I wasn’t the best writer, but my grammar, spelling, and story organization were very good, and that made up for many failings in my ability to actually tell the story.As I walked to dinner at the end of the day, I reflected on the classes and the. My weenie was twitching and leaking all over the inside of my panties, all without touching myself. When I pulled it out it was covered with lipstick and a glorious sight. Pleased with my first attempt I could now hear Mistress’s voice in my head, ‘Suck it. Suck it for me my sissy’. I began stroking it in and out of my mouth. Sucking on it. Giving it a ‘Proper Blowjob’. I sucked it like I thought that it was going to reward me by shooting cum in my mouth. Oh, how I wanted my mouth filled with. Just before the performance started I was able to get to the front row and found Harold Snyder and his wife Joan, son Bryce and niece Elizabeth. The man was tall with red hair and looked out of place in his suit. I introduced myself and shook his hand. Joan I smiled to and said, "Glad you could make it." I picked up Elizabeth's hand and said, "I am happy to see that you could make it too. Tonight's performance I am dedicating to you." I brought her hand to my lips and kissed the back as if I.