I poured lube onto the dildo, set it to vibrate and slowly eased the tip into my ass. It felt so good as I stroked my hand up and down my legs and ove... my bustier feeling the soft stockings and fake boobs. I lifted my ass in the air and watched as the vibrator disappeared inside me.I began to moan like a girl and wriggle, pushing the dildo into me further and further. Minxie was calling me a sissy and I loved it! She was right, I felt like the dirtiest slut ever! If only my girlfriend could see. " She nodded her head."Will I see you again?" Already, Lela was afraid she had chased me away."Of course you will," I replied. Lela smiled at me. "Every Sunday at church," I added. "I love to hear your voice in the choir." She stopped smiling. The message was clear. If she wasn't ready to play, I'd send her back to the bench and choose someone more eager. She'd be watching from the sidelines for the rest of the season. I'm sure she was thinking of all the young ladies from church who would be. We went downstairs to be inspected by our Mistreses and then itwas into the kitchen to prepare dinner. During the afternoon we weresummoned to the living room by the use of a bell. We had to serve themdrinks and snack, change the TV channel and general wait on them hand andfoot. It was a wonder we managed to get the dinner finished. Just beforeseven we heard a heavy knock at the door. Roberta and I stared at eachother wondering what to do. The knock came again."CAN ONE OF YOU SISSIES GET THE. It was about two gallons of mixers. I wanted to mix it about two to one, so I poured a gallon of shine in the container with the Fruit Juice. I was tempted to add a little simple syrup just to make it a little sweeter, but I forced myself to just taste it.It was way too strong, but very smooth. Since it seemed a too strong I decided to had half a case more of the mix. When I finished I had a little more than 3 gallons of punch.Next I emptied three and a half cases of the 8 oz water bottles into.