’ There was no easy or less painful way to tell him. He had to just spit it out like that. Sam didn’t respond. His eyes were on what was left of h...s house. The firemen were still stirring the debris with the fire hose and there were still wisps of smoke and steam lazily rising in long drifting threads. There was only the lightest trace of a breeze, but it carried the heavy acrid odor of the dying fire to them and that just added to the horror of the moment. Sam dropped to his knees on the cold. A black box was at the ceiling of the wall above the climbing plant. Jasmine knew that it was some sort of speaker.Chromed shafts extended from the walls from the height of seven feet and up. On each rod was a camcorder type of camera, with some additional cameras being nestled in the wall-ceiling corners. Jasmine figured that there were more than twenty-five of the imaging units. That's a lot of hardware to keep track of some plants, Jasmine reasoned. But why? They were all locked safely in. " Better. Now, is your dicklet hard?" Yes sir, my dicklet is hard. It's so hard it's almost painful." And why is it hard sissy? Surely you don't enjoy wearing your wife'sclothes? You're a man, men don't wear women's clothing unless they'reforced to, especially not frilly underwear and very feminine skirts andblouses like what you've got on. And look at your eyebrows and nails.Were you forced to do that?" Oh no sir. I'm not being forced to wear these frilly clothes or have mynails painted a. That was when I realized I hadn't let go of him and he was getting even harder in my hand. That bratty son of a bitch didn't miss a beat when he put his hands behind his head and shoved his hips towards my face, with me holding his cock. Then pulled away and then repeated it a few more times in close succession. Before I even knew what he was doing he said, oh yeah, that feels good. I always imagined you strokin my cock. I just wish it was in your mouth, but I know your too shy to ever give.