.Chut ke uper kuch to style banayi hui thi heart shape mein..Toh unho ne apne pure body per cake laga diya aur muje kaha agar tune sari bodu saaf nahi...ki toh me teri mom ko sab bata dungi .Meine aisa act kiya ki mein daar gaya hu lekin mere under toh patakhe phut rahe the dil khuss ho ke naach raha tha..Mein kaha thik hai aunty aur mein chalu ho gaya..Jaise me meine boobs lick krna chalu kiya aunty moan kr ne lagi aur ahhh aahhhhh ummm umm aisi aawaj nikal ni lagi..Unho ne mera sar boobs mein. He could either keep on doing things and see where it goes. Or, he couldembrace his sissy side, explode it a make a living. This has eaten away atTim for years. He could be a sissy that has to pay to show his talents.Today was different, as Tim arrived home, he made sure to clean his sissyhole with an enema. It was one in the afternoon, Tim knew he had plenty oftime to turn into Carissa and fuel his sexual addiction. This addictionwas to be a sissy slut.Tim got dressed, and did some light. "Tell me again why I have to wear female underwear?" he had asked."Well a couple of reasons honey. One is that they are foundationgarments, you can't wear boxers under a miniskirt or hotpants and weneed to stuff your bra to give you tits. And two; the Johns expecttheir ladies to wear sexy underwear and until you can get them toactually solicit you, you can't arrest them," Linda explained.Linda had made Mitch shave what little body-hair he had and then beganto dress him, having him do his hair. " Any other ideas?" Not at the moment but why don't you have a word with Len Fairbrother tomorrow?" Good idea."Their visit to the factory was useful not merely because they were able to estimate the room for expansion but because they talked to Len who came up with a revolutionary idea: include machines on the production line to stamp a barcode on each box giving the order number which in turn would be used by an automated conveyor system to send the boxes to the right area in the warehouse. He.