To her,all men were simply 'dumbsticks' who were ruled by their 'little heads'and disgusting flows of testosterone. Emasculation of any man was grands...ort. However, young, pretty sissies were her preoccupation. She adored thelittle prissy pantywaists. Nancyboys were literally the perfect 'giftthat keeps on giving.' And her greatest passion within thatpreoccupation was their initial training - not that any sissy everbecomes perfectly trained, which, of course, was their special 'ever-giving. “I’m taking a self-imposed vacation from boys. What you said earlier about girls. It’s twice as bad with the guys.”“How do you mean?” I questioned.“Well, if you’re not pretty, the boys don’t want to have anything to do with you, if you’re average looking, you don’t have any girlfriends or boyfriends and if you are pretty, the boys all expect you to put out on the first day, and the other pretty girls don’t like you and call you a slut or something because you put out...”“Since you obviously fit. ’ He said, as he felt his cock harden under his jeans She stood before him naked and fresh from her bath. The smell of roses from her clean skin made him tingle with longing. She started unbuttoning his shirt looking at him from beneath her lashes and when she had removed his shirt she continued with his belt and levis. When he was standing naked before her, she admired his strong arms, legs and torso. His green eyes seemed to melt all her resolve and she wanted to be his. Pulling her down. ” She raised her voice. “Portia, where’s that fucking Champagne?” She lowered it again. “The second option may be seen as a tad beneath an actress of your standing.”“Don’t take the piss.”She carried on as if I had said nothing, “But, for reasons I will explain, I think it would be good.” The Champagne arrived, ready poured and we did the cheers bit then she continued as, distractingly, Portia took a seat and revealed far too much heavenly thigh for it to be good for me. “Do you remember.