She and holly were standing about five feet apart, holding it up like the finish line on a big race. Cheryl was standing near a small table she had br...ught out and set near the finish line. On the table were the hair clippers, two bowls of water, a can of shaving cream, and several razors. Since I didn’t really have anything to do, I was just standing back out of the way.I could see all three of the Mistresses racing down the sand. I had never noticed before how beautiful and almost perfect. " If you'd seen her sexual response, you would be," I retorted. "Jilling off isn't doing it for her -- and now that she's had a taste of the good stuff, it'll be even less satisfactory. The plan is more or less to let her discover that on her own -- but if she's as stubborn as she tends to be, we may have to rub her nose in it first."Heather grimaced. "Who died and made you Mr. Fixit?" That's a fair question," I replied. "Nobody. Your mother just makes my dick hard -- and she's broken -- and I. I'm n...not a sis...sissy boy!" Dale said in a breathy gasp as hiswalk continued."Faster! Faster sissy!" she ordered hustling him along to keep him busy."Swish that skirt, make those nylons zip!" she giggled as he flitteredaround the room forced into the ladylike movements that had now becomealmost an over-the-top caricature. "You're not a sissy-boy!? Well, alldolled up like that and in a dress and swishing around this femininebedroom just like a little lady you certainly aren't much of a boy. I guess he's off with his wife Nancy today." He was serious about that?" Misty laughed, and Miranda nodded vigorously."Yeah," she explained with a shrug, "people think he exaggerates, but I've traveled with him and I've had proof that most of his tales are indeed true."Misty nodded, glancing suspiciously at the lost looking woman who walked cautiously past them before leaning over the bar to exchange a few quiet words with Daniel's son."She's come a long way," Miranda commented, tracking.
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