As my ardor rose, so did my desire for being his sissyslut. I let him know with my moans and by grinding on his cock more."Is your break over?" he ask...d teasingly.I nodded and pulled his hands around to play with my nipples throughthe latex and the corset. I just wished I had big tits for him to playwith, but he eventually got my nipples trapped between his fingers andbegan pinching and twisting them. My groans and hisses danced in timeto his fingerwork.At some point, he apparently looked at. “Well, really. Look at this!” said Abby while lifting her school pinafore up to her tummy to show Charlotte her white cotton panties with light pink scallop-edge waistband and side trims and a cartoon character of a little wearing a yellow hat, sitting in her light powder blue dress showing her pink panties.Charlotte looked at Abby’s panties and read the glittered words: “Jeff’s Panty Girl.”Charlotte was surprised and confused at the same time as she had never seen such panties being sold. Not many people came this way these days and it had seen better times. However, the food was good and the staff very pleasant. It was run by Ma and Pa Angel, two late fifties country types along with their son Junior, an amiable man in his 20’s. He seemed a little slow, in fact Liz felt sorry for him and his parents and took some pride that she was contributing by been a regular customer.At reception the tall shoulder length brunette was greeted with a warm smile as she entered the lobby. Ma. " I mean, so many people want todie, and there's so many reasons. Dieing for a cause to make astatement, to attempt to atone, to right a wrong, believing that theycan never live the way they and their situation are, et cetra." So?" she said. "Offering one's own life is a powerful gesture." I knew what she was getting at. While human, she had done just that. Idecide to snag at her own words. "Offering your life doesn't have tomean you have to die. Its just seems easier."I could see that she was.