.” Those dark eyes get me, especially now that she’s communicating with me on a whole new level.“Yeah, good place to wait.”“And pass the tim...,” she said.We walked out into the autumn air together, holding hands. She was smiling. I was smiling. Life is good.Breakfast was remarkable only because I was sitting across the table from HER.We’d just gotten back in the room when her phone rang.“Good morning, Chuck. Have you got good news?” Pause. “Oh, okay. We’re still at the hotel, waiting. Call me. "Here's what's going to happen today, sissy boy. I know you have more girly clothing and shit like that at home. You don't just show up at someone's house with a pair of panties on and a butt plug in without having more stuff at home. Get up, put that embarrassment of an outfit back on, and bring back everything you have: your clothes, your toys, women's shoes - whatever you have, and bring it here." Suddenly, he spanked my butt and told me to hold still. He placed the tip of the plug up. Mrs. Simmons said that it was a little irregular, but seeing as my best friends were part of the Brownie Troop and there wasn't any local Cub Scout Pack, she didn't see any harm in letting me attend the meetings. So that settled it and on the next Tuesday afternoon, right after school was out, I attended my first Brownie meeting along with Tammy, Diane and five other six year old girls from our neighborhood.The meeting was held at Mrs. Simmons' house and was so much fun. The girls and Mrs.. At 8 we leave for the restaurant it's dark but warm air so a nice evening we head off through the lanes as its a star covered sky. As we near half way the car starts to slow then stop we pull into a side layby realising its empty of fuel, the petrol station is ten minutes so I walk to get us on our eyes quickly. Bored you get out the car and go for a short wonder, through the bush which has a gate init next to the car. You discover a small gravel car park which has a few cars parked up its a.