.. a sissy dedicated to obedience, and another man, a real man to satisfy your 'personal needs'."Karen hooted at this. "Do you really think he'll go f...r it?" Well, based on last night's performance, I'd say it's your call, Karen," Connie ventured. "You could probably make poor Bill whinny like a horse, and like it! Hah, but he won't be a stud! Oh, what a thought, you should name 'HER' Winnie!"Karen joined in, "Winnie, the sissy pooh!"With that, the two women giggled and continued to plot in. As detectives first and third class respectively however both police women had grown accustom to the usually stringent, off times almost insane budget restrictions imposed by G-P command.Particularly in the case of the directives suggested, and in her opinion 'bull-headedly' enforced by the quartermasters division!I mean good god! How the hell did they expect you to get by with ONE full uniform allotment any given solar year?And forget about any request concerning replacement of 'dress blues'. “And I know that that sounds like Deus ex Machina in itself, but I researched that later and discovered that people take in information all the time - using every sense. And it turns out that those good old five senses are just a fraction of what we can do. There’s even the grudging acceptance of proprioception amongst the scientific community – the sense of knowing where you are, how you’re oriented and where things are around you.“Without realising it, we pick up on micro-expressions lasting. ”“So you think I might be in there then?”Another slap.“Yes I think even now she would jump at the chance to get your cock between her legs, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let it happen.”I kissed her forehead again and said,“Well the fantasy is nice.”Kath was quiet for a moment and she reached down to feel my cock under the sheet.“Mmmmm that's nice, you obviously like thinking about Mum. Maybe I will let you fuck her, but only if all three of us do it together.”“I'd like that,” I said.She.