I know she's offered to let us use the equipment, but I think we should confine playtime like that to when the store isn't open. It should be just us,...or maybe with Clara and her Mistress thrown in. They've already dealt with both of us naked and screaming, so continuing that is okay, but including everyone who wanders in off the street would be too much." And you call me the practical one ... but I agree with all of your points. We should be a little more circumspect. I almost wish I could. The mouthpiece of the suit held my tongue flat to the floor of my mouth. My days were spent being dressed by Abigail in the multitude of clothes that her parents had provided. She wash and bath me, put on a clean nappy and plastic pants and then a dress and other girly things. I wanted to scream to be free but I couldn't even do that. I thought how ironic it was that here she was a developing girl of 15 with the brain of an 8 year old and that I was a 19 year old boy mentally but with the body. 'Not a sissyboy, you little bastard. A PATHETIC LITTLE SISSYBOY!Still on my knees, I looked up at her towering over me with her hands on her hips and said, 'A pathetic little sissyboy mom.''A pathetic little sissyboy who likes to smell his mommy's panties. Well you're going to have to be punished.''Please mom.no,' I sobbed.She hitched up her skirt to reveal her stocking tops, suspenders and black lacy panties.Is that what you want to see? Mommy's pussy?''Yes mom,' I sobbed.'PERVERT!' She. I could taste all of his precum. He leaked so much of it, I could have sworn he had came in my mouth. I had slobbered all over his cock and I could see the mix of saliva and his precum running down his cock and his balls and I'm certain I had it all over my lips. I could feel the juices dripping from my chin on occasion. I just kept thinking to myself how nice and big and fat this guys' cock was. His dick was something out of a magazine. It seemed too nice to be real but I assure you that his.