”He got on his knees with her feet in front of his face and reached toward her, and her voice was adamant, “No hands, if you can’t control yours...lf, you’ll have to wear these,” and she produced a pair of handcuffs and held them out with one finger.Resigned, he got up, went to the head of the chaise lounge turned around with his hands behind him, and she closed his wrists in the handcuffs and snapped them shut and, theatrically, showed the audience the key, on a chain around her neck. She. Everything was completely still for a moment.Slowly, slowly, I eased my hips forward until the tip of my now-aching cock touched between her legs and began to slide between the lips there.I heard her cleaning supplies drop to the floor. Then she drew a long, shuddering breath...and as she let it out she raised her head, placed her hands on the edge of the counter and thrust her hips back into mine.She was so wet that there was virtually no resistance as my cock slipped all the way into her (The. I was wrong on this too.The more I was trapped in the crib drinking from my baby-bottle, the moreI became addicted to being mocked by Fiona as she drank wine, blew smokein my face (I had been an avid antismoker and banned smoking in our home)and encouraging me to rub my sissy-clit through my sissypanties and begto be a sissybaby girl. Night after night, week after week, month aftermonth I was losing my sense of masculinity in this process ofincreasingly hypnotic sissification. I had even taken. “You have some great video skills,” I remarked. “Now, can you show me some of your other skills?” As I spoke, I silently unfastened my trousers. Jennifer reached in past my fly, before I could even get my zipper all the way down, feeling my erection through the fabric cloth of my nylon briefs. She pulled my briefs down to reach my rapidly hardening eight and half inch cock. It was right in front of her face. She wasted no time, slipping her lips around the bulbous gray head of my cock. She.