I mean, I hoped, but . . . you’re actually here! God, you look good!” Dan stammered as he looked at her. Diane was pleased to see his cock go hard...in a flash. “Should I go?” Diane scooted to the edge of her seat as if she was going to stand. “No! I mean, no, you don’t have to, but is this right? I don’t want to sound weird, but aren’t you, like, my Mom’s age?” Dan just stared. Diane stood and took a step closer to him. As she moved, the t-shirt clung to her breasts and frame like a second. " You have a good day," I say, not looking back."I'll pay," he says. "And if I pay, you have to do as I say, isn't thatright?" I'm not on the job. I'm here as an advisor, just like you." You are still a sealed sissy, correct?" Yes." And you took an oath. You can't break it. You know how they punishsissies."Yes, you fucking bastard, I know how they punish sissies. Re-training.More hypnosis. More drugs. More programming, more changing you into thesubmissive slut they want you to be.I turn. I walk. A cunt that loves having cocks and cum inside it. Black cocks. With full black balls. The slut Cathy had worked on cruise-ships in the Caribbean for 3 years as a hairdresser and had fucked a lot of Jamaican and mulatto cocks. She loved black, nigger or brown cock fucking her cunt and ass and pumping her full of cum. She was insatiable. She went to the bars onboard where the black staff gathered, and would chat-up her prospective fucks. She never wore her panties and would let them get their. She never got to be the submissive she was suppose to be and worse yet, she faced constant abandonment.Now, she had me, she had her sister, she had her Family and she had the life she discovered she always wanted. This is why she was doing what she was doing. She liked having me stuffed down her throat, not for the sexual pleasure of it, though she did love it when I throat fucked her, but this was more about the connection. This was more about feeling safe and secure, about feeling me inside.