"Well master, don't you think you'd better put your own charms away. Otherwise the guests might have a fit if you walk into the foyer with them hangin... out like that." She said to me with a smile on her face.As I pull up my pants she applied a fresh layer of lipstick, before putting on her long coat over her slut outfit. Then picked up a shopping bag, and noticed that I was looking at it. "Beth suggested this, she told me by the end of the night things tend to get a bit messy."I looked in the. "Well are you truly ready to marry your sister? I mean it's something huge. It's not something you take lightly. I mean are you as ready as you'll ever be," Connie asked."Yes. I got my soul mate here. She truly is the best woman for me to marry. I mean maybe every guy that has a sister, should just marry his sister," I replied."Well not every brother and sister can get along as well as we can together. So maybe we just had the great big spark you know," Judy said."I guess I see your point. But. "Mikey, my boy, we are gonna have a LONG talk about that nasty ass temper of yours," She looked at him harder for emphasis. "But not right now. No, right now you're gonna learn to control other people's emotions. It should take you until at least dark. Then we hunt, got it?"He didn't want to look at his reflection in her shades, so he spoke with a down cast glance. "Yeah, got it. But why do you want to train me so bad?" Because Lace told me to, and Lace is the boss." Fair enough. Here's another. It seemed that the culture of sissydom was somehow infectiousand the company of sissies accelerated that infection. I was reduced togiggling inanely as I tried to hide my silliness and embarrassment.The next humiliation followed quickly and this involved throwing theball to the next player. When a boy throws a ball, he brings his armright back, folds his elbow then swivels freely at the shoulder andreleases the ball with maximum force. This naturally requires that hehas a firm footing with his.