They were opaque and feltsoft against my skin. I swear I felt faint."If only you had boobies, honey... You might even pass as a girl," shelaughed, "Ma...be we should get you a training bra? For practice?"It was torture, pure torture. I wanted to scream at her. Staring deepinto her gaze I just whimpered and shook my head."Don't worry honey. I'll help you with your dress too."I pouted. Not because I wanted to wear the damn dress. I poutedbecause it seemed so extra emasculating to be so dependent on. Weekends were an entirely different scenario and I found a patternof spending Saturdays with Miss Karla and Sundays with mywife/Mistress. Perhaps this was all part of the plan as Sunday's weremuch easier both physically and mentally, especially compared to thedemands of Saturday. I came to look forward to Sunday's with greatanticipation and my desire to be with Lynne on Sunday strengthened mylove for her. Although I was treated as a sissy slave every day andthe intensity of daily assignments. “It’ll be fine, baby. The middle seat will give us plenty of cover. They won’t even know what’s going on back here unless you give it away,” I replied, running my pinky over the flimsy material that covered her pussy. “Baby, no…” she warned, shooting me a warning look while grabbing my hand but not pulling it away. “I know you want me to…” I said, rubbing a little harder on the material as her grip slowly loosened. Leaning over to place her mouth by my ear, “of course I do, but I don’t want. She’d changed her tight skinny jeans and band T-shirts for nudity and was a sex maniac. Once she got in the house and got her clothes off, Ariel was a bundle of energy and joy.And sex. Did I mention sex?“Will you paint me again?” she begged. “I just want to let you paint anything on me that you want to!”“Come here and let me lick you some more,” I growled as I crawled across the bed.“Yes?” she squeaked. “Are you going to make me come again? Please?”“Yes. And there’s something else I’ve wanted.