The early afternoon sun was melting the remnants of yesterday’s snowstorm from the asphalt. Though he’d met Jessica and her mom, Sandra, several t...mes since last October, this was his first time to their home.He pressed the door chime and waited. He could hear the high- pitched bark of a dog, likely a small one growing louder. Brad smiled as Jessica opened the door and he was immediately inspected by the dog he recognized as a Papillion.“It’s okay, Jessie, Brad is a friend of ours,” Jessica. I asked if he would give me a body message and use the lotion. He repeated that he was tired but that he would be up for rubbing me down. I stood there just looking at him getting ready for bed. He wore tight black boxer briefs, which I absolutely love. My honey has the best looking ass I have ever seen on a man. He has a head of blond hair with some gray, steel blue eyes and fine thin lips. Those lips maybe thin and fine, but when he kisses me so passionately I just melt. I crawled onto the. "Come on, Con," he teased, "you know you want to." His tone masked his anxiety. "Sure, why not?" Her heart was racing, and she wondered if he could hear it pounding. It would be better than spending several days with her mom going on about her leg, her weight, and her impending spinsterhood. "Good, then that's settled, and I know what to do next." He couldn't believe he sounded so calm. "What?" "We should go on a couple of dates before we go to your parents'." "Dates?". He nodded. "Yep. We want. The soft and smooth padding encasing me. The lack of pressurepoints upon my flesh as I am encased in my container. In my gift box.The images of beautiful tgurl submission are still flashing before me.The messages of beautiful sissy submission are still speaking into mymind. The cock gag is still deep in my throat. The dildo still deep inmy rear. I am still encased and waiting to be delivered to my new owner."Ohhhh...." I sigh again around the dildo, "My new owner..." And,eventually, the.