The pair of suitcases were already packed for the old man’s trip, but Mack Winston always pawed around in the closet to see if he’d forgotten an...thing. So that made Jerry safe here, among his mother’s things, smelling the musky perfume that clung to dresses and slacks, and pressing his cheek against one of her slick-feeling dressing gowns. That was almost like touching her skin, almost like touching her nude body, and his prick throbbed in his hand as he squeezed down on it. His crotch. His skirt was short and one couldsee the petticoats he wore underneath it. Black stay up hose adorned eachleg and he minced about in black patent high heels.By the time he arrived, the party was well underway. He saw any number ofsubmissive slaves attached to various pieces of equipment receivingvarious punishments. Mistress Monica admitted him and introduced him asSamantha and said for the evening he would be known as she and that shewould soon become a sissy slave. Her new name would be. ’ It was true. We always ended up at Bryan’s house, as it was pretty much in the middle of where we all lived. And two or three nights a week, at least one of us would crash there. I did it the most, although I claimed it was because I lived the furthest away. Which I did really- but seeing Bryan walking around in nothing but boxer briefs in the morning was worth sleeping on the couch. Though I wouldn’t mind having a bed or even a futon instead. We chatted about that weeks track event for a. Dylan whatever his last name was, she raised an eyebrow at his off key singing. As promised, he came out of the shower within 10 minutes, but was only in a towel, wrapped loosely around his waist. ‘Don’t turn around if you don’t want to be scared,’ he joked. Without so much as turning her head, she deflated his ego by saying, ‘trust me, I don’t scare.’ A smile played on her lips at his silent pause and then the sound of him rummaging through his suitcase. ‘So, what are we going to do today?’.