In my mind it had been a near perfect day right up to the point she toldme I would be flying home dressed as I was. I was starting to come aroundand a...cept what was happening, it just wasn't part of the plan. MissPenny had been correct there, I did like to plan things out. I supposepart of my trepidation came from the fact that in San Francisco I feltsomewhat anonymous, this wasn't my home town and I did have Miss Pennywith me everywhere we went. At the airport I would be alone. Notliterally,. She held out white leather wrist and ankle cuffs. My eyes were big as saucers. I stuttered out that she would not need them as I would be a very good sissy. “Too late sissy,” she said, “Hold your hands out.”She put the wrist cuffs on tight. Then she put the ankle cuffs on. I pleaded with her to take them off and that I would be good. She laughed and said they were for my own safety. She did not want me to flinch and get hurt bad. I began to panic with her words.Miss Linda said to follow her. I. I pushed my hips back against his and came a moment later, my moan a bit too loud, maybe, as I cried out. He fucked me through my orgasm, forcing me to ride the wave longer before he came as well. I could feel spurt after spurt entering my body, but didn’t care. My birth control should take care of it. His moan was nearly as loud as mine, and I was glad that no one was in the bathroom at the moment, though I wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard it while passing the door. I stood there, bent. ”“Well, I mean, if you want to…you know…you can…feel mine if you want.”“Conner, none of this is for me. I’m just trying to help you. So if you would like your mother to jack you off in order to relieve yourself, I would be more than happy to do so.”“YES! Uhh…I mean yeah that would be nice.”“Ok then sweetie. Just remember your father would probably disapprove me doing this, so keep quiet about it.”And then she reached up with her slippery delicate hand and firmly grasped my cock. At first, .