"Good sissies say yes, please mummy." Ipicked up the red syringe. "Good sissies say, yes, please mummy." Hebroke into tears. I put the syringe down ...nd picked up the pacifier. "Doyou want you pacifier?" Wthwfftmph," was all he could manage with the residual effects of thesyringe."Do you want your pacifier?" Yewthpweafthmmmth." Do you want your pacifier?" Yewth," he struggled with the words, "pweath." He closed his eyes andconcentrated. "Mmummth," he finally managed.I helped him into the. And someskyscraper heels that he managed quite well."Welcome to Late Vocation, sir. My name is Linda. I presume you knowabout our strict, age policy." Yes," I said, and I showed him my proof of age.He looked at it, then back at me.It was kind of flattering. He didn't think I was 50 yet.I was being reverse-carded.Linda made a copy of my ID and handed it back to me."How can I help you?" Linda asked, sweetly, but professionally.I cleared my throat."I was thinking about joining the club. On a. “Where’s Michelle?”“She had some last minute errands to run, so she asked me to pick you up instead.” I found this unusual, as Michelle normally communicated any last minute changes in plenty of time for me to adjust. I had met Rick before, and since he and Michelle were in an open marriage, he knew of our sexual relationship, and I knew there would be no issues with our fucking each other. But the way he was grinning at me told me something was up. Rick had arrived in his Mercedes. She looked at me and giggled, striking a pose where she rested on one leg and having the other one out from the side, one hand on her hip and the other one pointing at me.“Don’t stand there, come here baby, or don’t you know its rude to stare…”“eh… Well, You’re stunning so can’t really help that.” My reply was weak, but it was all that came out of my mouth as I walked over to her, took her hand in mine and gripped her chin with the other, flashed her a wolfish grin before our lips in a kiss,.