I didn’t want to speak. I wanted myeyes to do the talking. We smiled together as I guidedher hand to my throbbing shaft.We sat on the couch like...two teenagers feeling eachother up. Perhaps in a sense we were, neither havingphysical intimacy for extended periods in our lives. Wewere rediscovering each other’s bodies and souls andthe room was on fire.She had both hands wrapped around my cock and a gleamin her eyes, soothingly running her fingers up and downits length. “You have. I can honestly say i have been searching for a Mistress who truly got the idea of what a sissy slave is for a long time and you are the first to truly “get it” and be comfortable with that type of relationship. i do have a suggestion Mistress might enjoy, and despite my dislike of financial domination, this may be something Mistress would like. Mistress did not let this sissy get any relief today. Also it will probably be 2-3 weeks between sessions. What if in between sessions, if sissy wanted. It’s doing something. Besides, I’d like to leave my daughter with mementos and recordings would do the trick.’ They embraced again. ‘Sentimental in my old age, aren’t I, honey? Lord, it’s hot. Let’s go back into the parlor and I’ll fix us up some lemonade and breakfast if you haven’t already had any.’………………. * * * * Lexa sat on an armchair which at one time was her father’s favorite chair back when they all lived together in Queens. The opera album was still playing in the phonograph and she. Well, that's OK, you can swim in your shorts, it just like a suit anyway. Now go ahead and get changed." Doris walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Well, almost closed the door. She left about a two-inch gap and if Ted looks her way he can watch her changing clothes in the mirror.Yea, that's OK like shit, he thought. He was wearing boxer shorts and although they "looked" like a pair of trunks, they had that fly opening in front. Well I might as well change. I don't have a ride and I am.