" This is my choice. This is my fantasy. This is my deepest desire, and Iwill thank Daddy every day for making be the best sissy slut that I canbe."I ...hant this ten times--occasionally more if I lose count. Like I said,I'm still half asleep at this time of the day. Then I move to the toiletand proceed to expel everything. I'm not required to keep chanting, butI'm on auto pilot and usually keep repeating my mantra.When I'm finally cleaned out, I go and retrieve my cell phone. Daddyalways sends. She was very nice too, greeting me as the hostess. They were polite and courteous; he introduced himself as Cecil, and said, “This is my wife Diane.” I introduced myself and made them welcome, as I took their coats to hang them up. This was the cocktail hour, then promptly at eight o’clock I announced, “Dinner is about to be served.” At this the guests filed into the dining room, where I showed them to their places. They had hired a cook for the evening, and Nancy and Catherine were to be the. He put his cock inside her and moved in until he felt her hymen. "Are you sure". He asked. She nodded. Part of his instinct was to ravage her she wanted him and she would get him... all of him but his love prevented that. He pulled back and thrusted. He busted through the barrier and stopped. She screamed at the pain but after a while it felt good. "Go slow". She said. And Leomon began to slowly thrust in and out. He began to pick up the pace and she started to enjoy the sensation her moans. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Andy jogged, distracted, not sure which way he was going. He had to stop to think which way to go. He stopped running, took his pulse and walked. Counting helped, it was calming, and he had to concentrate but the number was less reassuring. 120, not crazy but how much was running and how much the stress of thinking about what he had to do?Did he have to be the master that Marsha described? Could he get someone else to do it instead? As he started jogging again, trying to take easy.