." Oh, do shut up, maid. Not only do I have a sissy baby, she's also a ditz. Abrainless, dizzy sissy baby. You had better shape up, Suzy, or things co...ldchange a lot more around here." Yes, Ma'am, I want to improve so much, Ma'am" I implored, praying for her tobelieve me, thinking about those stilettos, and the diapers, and the nylons...I threw on my dog walking clothes, quickly made her breakfast (she had alreadystarted the coffee, oh, the shame!), and did a quick shave and slapped on. “Ohh,” Janice said, “Anybody I know?”“I don’t think so Janice,” Jennie said. “His name is Gerry Jones. A very darling young man. We talked for a while after your son left us alone in the Teachers’ Lounge.”“You set her up, Michael?”“No, not really. They auditioned separately, but I knew their voices would blend. Anything else that happens is up to them, I promise.”“Jennie, is he cute?” Janice asked.Before Jennie could say anything, Jennifer said, “He is gorgeous Janice. Around 37 to 40, no gray. All 4 ½” of it went into his hungry mouth. He backed off, stood, removed his underwear then sat back down and resumed sucking my cock. When I was close to cumming he stopped. He leaned back against the couch, scooted his ass to the edge, leaned/slouched back a little more then grasped the back of his thighs and pulled his knees up as far as he could. This all happened very quickly. His spit was still dripping from the tip of my cock. “Fuck me now” he growled. I was dumfounded. I hesitated.. It was as much admitting it to myself as it was to them.But it was true.I wanted breasts. Nothing massive or Dolly Parton-ish, but I realizedat that moment that my tingles would rocket just thinking about havingbreasts. Smooth, upturned, curving, feminine breasts.With rosy red nipples, which luckily I already had.Breasts. Bouncing in my bra as I walked, feeling that weighttransference from side to side and up and down with each of my steps.Each of my high-heeled steps. The higher the.