After the sprinkling stopped, I heard what sounded like a tiny door creaking open. Then there was silence for several minutes. I really didn’t kno... what to make of it, and Uncle Clyde wasn’t talking. It wasn’t until later that I found out that he had covered my most tender body parts with a thin layer of honey, then sprinkled sugar generously on top of the honey.It started slowly, with a faint tickling sensation all over my ass cheeks. I wiggled a little, and Uncle Clyde told me to keep. I got up at 8-ish and started coffee. We drank our coffee, and lazed around till 11-ish. After we showered, L started me with a pair of thigh-high tan stockings. Then she laced me tightly into my trusty corset. I pulled a black tank top on over that and tucked it into my Levi 501's. Funny how your male jeans fit differently when you are wearing a corset. I had to pull my jeans way up over my hips, and belt them tightly around my compressed waist. L grabbed me by the hand and put me on my. I eventually have the courage to leave and make my way home. It was on the bus trip that I got my second surprise of the day a simple text from Anny, Hi Mike same time 2morra? ;) Thank the lord it’s a miracle, I think I managed to creep a few of the old ladies on the bus by the size of my grin.I meet Anny for coffee just like the day before to discuss what she needs help with. Today she was wearing a very skimpy blue skirt and a very tight white singlet which barley kept her 32C cup breasts in. This girl is full of surprises. He grabbed her and kissed her hard, and then ran round to the seat and hoisted himself up. He put the tractor in gear, and drove it in a big circle, stopping with the hay rake next to the baler. He reached up and switched off the ignition.“Why’d you turn it off?” Isolde asked, her voice sounding loud in the sudden silence.”Cause you’re gonna start it and back it over to the baler after we unhitch the rake,” was his reply.“Don’t believe me, huh? Okay. Pull the.