Oh you guys can watch it out here. Ill probably play videogames in my room. Thanks Stan, but thats okay. I want to show him some of my pictures and st...ff in my room anyway. Oh, for sure. Well, Ill be upstairs. Nice seeing you Derek. Yeah, same, man. About an hour had passed and I was going insane. I couldnt distract myself with a movie or the internet or anything. All I could think about was Derek taking my sisters clothes off. Fuck, I wanted to be doing that instead of him I decided to go near. ..............................................................A week later I said to her“Hun, Stef is going home in week so I have booked you in for a final massage on Friday before she leaves”No response came. I knew this would cause some temporary turmoil for her but I had an awesome plan in place to bring stuff out into the open. I was even looking forward to it.Friday night came and Trina was leaving school“You coming?” she asked“Sure am” I replied. A look of panic crossed her face. Just. As it would be fake name cause I can’t disclose my real one.Me: No issue. Privacy is important.She: Yep. Are you gonna lick down there?Me: Yes.She: If yes then I have some lubes.Me: Ok.She: Remember one thing, just here for one night stand.Me: Yes.She: No emotional attachment.Me: Even I don’t want that. No pics and all.She: Great. I guess we should get to the hotel rather than my place it would be much safe.Me: No problem.She: Should I book a room?Me: Yes.She: Is it okay with you the location. Thank you, mistress, for one of the most memorable nights of my life!The more I think about the permanence of my predicament, the stiffer I get. Right now my "Itty Bitty," as my mistress calls my fleshy stick, is trapped ever so tightly inside a three-inch long plastic sheath in the front of my plastic panties. It has no place to grow. I squirm with delight.I wish I could play with myself. I wish I could come. But I have become too much of a wimp. Too much of a worm. I cannot constantly disobey.