”“Let’s break for lunch,” I suggested.We strolled along Quai François Mauriac, the slow-moving Seine on one side, tourist boats passing with ...inny loudspeakers providing commentary on the sights.At a riverside café we stopped for sandwiches, sitting outside under a shaded umbrella. Swallowing a bite of her croque-monsieur, a baked ham and cheese sandwich, Callie asked, “What’s with those machines? Haven’t they heard of digital records?”“The microfilms?”“Uh-huh.”“It was the latest technology way. I knelt above her for a short moment stroking her hole with the end of my cock. It suddenly dawned on me how small and tight it looked. Spitting on my own end. I placed it against her wet hole and pushed in a little, lowered myself gently down and pushing a little more. Getting comfortable and holding her gently, I relaxed my push letting my cock ride out a little from her, she breathed a short sigh before I pushed against her and a little further in this time. Di soon got used to the size and. That had taken him off-guard.“So…”“Please don't interrupt, darling, I wasn't finished.” She held up a hand. “Thank you.Now, as I was saying, you are certainly not a sissy, which is why I will not allow youin future to wear anything but the most way-out, sissiest, girliest costumes!”“But that doesn't… I mean, I thought…”“Yes, I know what you thought.”“Just so we are clear. This is the life I have chosen for us. It is not up for debate.”“You must grasp Mike, that such things as pride and dignity. She didn’t look at him as she tended to her other customers but soon arrived at his table. It took but a second to realise that she looked different, her large green eyes had lost their sparkle and her face was a little puffy. A weight loss was evident as her once tight jeans seemed to just hang on her waist. She gazed into Matt’s searching eyes for a few seconds and then looked away. Matt waited until she looked impatiently back at him, and then he smiled, it wasn’t reciprocated. ‘Hi, I’ll.