It almost felt like being in a confessional, though without the screen between us. I explained to Don Joseph what Becky had told me on the phone, her ...eaction to it, and my concern. He asked me a few questions about my activities in Chicago and I told him about the few times I’d accompanied Theo.Don Joseph sighed, “Killing is bad for business. It serves no purpose. I cannot recall the last time such a thing happened in Cincinnati. Cleveland and Youngstown had their problems, but for the most. But I took her hand and we turned towards the trees, and she saw my surprise. She gasped and then smiled, just like I knew she would. The two trees had rope tied and prepared to restrain her. Yes we both enjoyed BDSM play. I walked her between the two trees and stripped her down to her panties. I quickly tied one hand then the other and she stood there arms pulled outward. It was beautiful site. I kissed, caressed, teased and nibbled at her. Her sighs and moans told me she was loving it. Her. Any real boy beliefs I ever had,were now well and truly expelled.Yes I am only a sissy, I'm going to be dressed in these delicately daintygirls things. My hands eagerly wanting to touch, as I stood there shakingand squealing like any little girl would, I'm sure. My mouth seemed towater up in the excitement of it all. Seeing for the first time, suchpretty-pretty undergarments. Knowing they are about to beautify thississy-boy's, girlish body. This bra is part of the matching set. Again sitting. She could imagine how it would sound if she were to answer that she was sucking a cock rather than snacking on chips. She said, "It is not a crazy diet." You're sure," Karen asked.Denise wasn't sure that what she was doing was sane, but the diet wasn't crazy. There wasn't really a diet. She answered, "I'm sure." Okay," Karen said leaving the cubicle. There was something off in how Denise was acting, but she couldn't put a finger on it. She had never really been all that open, but now it seemed.