And I got quizzed. Did I masturbate? (yes, embarrassedly.) How often? (I lied and sisn't tell her I do it about one a day, or maybe more.) Did I use a...vibrator? (I lied again.) Did I ever pretend that she or Joe was doing me? (I lied when I said no about Joe but since she had me I've imagined she was kissing me often and told her so. She looked pleased when I said that.)And I quizzed her too after the alcohol relaxed my inhibitions. Had she cheated often with another man. (Yes.) With a woman?. Iam almost trapped. Forced to live my fantasies... i am allowed out ofthe chastity when it amuses the Ladies. But always back in, within afew days. My apartment can be checked anytime that my "Key-Holder"desires. Just dropping over to check for male underwear or allow me outfor a hygiene shower (hands locked behind me).After a few month of this, i was told that it was time to step thingsup. Truly begin my training as a sissy maid. The chastity remains...this sissy now is horny most to the time.. ” “are you going to think of me when you do?” she asked with a small smile. I smiled back at her and said, “you know i will. It will only take about 30 seconds probably. I’m horny as hell right now too. I’m going to be thinking of you farting right on my face as i jerk it too.” With a look of satisfaction on her face, we held each other’s stare for a few seconds before she said, “here. You can smell my ass a little more, then we’ll take off for base.” having said that, she came over and got. “Shit you came early,” Frank said dropping onto a torn and taped couch in the living room and tossing the baseball bat aside. The walls were painted an off white color decades ago, and Yahoo guessed that was the last time they were washed too. The floor creaked and groaned with each step or movement the men made. The windows were dirty and drafty in wood frames that were dried out and cracked. There was a scared and dirty wood coffee table sitting before the couch, but it was crooked and rocked.