" "Shame," she says, "I'm all Aussie, but they do make better cakes,” she laughs, and I hear a faint tinkling sound from somewhere, I look round but...the door is closed. "You want one, two, or more?” "Oh, more please," I say, watching her nipples have a life of their own through the semi-transparent material. "I'll get a bigger bag then," and off she walks to the back of the shop. I hear water running and then a quick scream, then deep very sexy laughter. She slowly comes back into the shop,. Itook his huge shaft into my mouth and did my very best to try to make himthink that I was the blow-job queen. I kissed his bulbous circumcisedhead, licking all around it before taking it into my mouth and sighingwith pleasure.I took as much of the shaft as I could into my mouth, feeling hiscockhead hit the back of my throat. I remembered my training and relaxed,letting the head slip a little further. I knew I couldn't take the wholething, but I could go far enough down that I only had to keep. I want you to stand up straight and face me, hands down at yoursides." Yes Ma'am," she answered, turning towards me and lowering her hands sothat her small, erect cocklette was on display, and I knew that in thatmoment waves of humiliation and shame were washing over her sissy mind.The emasculation of being forced to show her small, wholly inadequatecocklette and silently accepting the ridicule and derision of anyonewithin sight of her pathetic member is something a sissy both loves andfears. . "Heather, Amy and I have been working hard for the past 5 monthsto make this new life happen for you. Mistress Isis has been agreat factor in our new knowledge and understanding of yourneeds. At first it was still hard to believe that anyone wouldwant to become someone else. As our knowledge grew though I amhappy to inform you that we both understand now and all we wantis to make you happy. We see now that you must have sufferedevery minute of every day knowing that you had to live life asyou.