. a marked contrast to her Father.The second bottle was opened and with seven of them to share it didn’t take long before another empty bottle went ...n the trash. The school-friends were all becoming a little tipsy and saying mildly outrageous things to each other, mostly things of a sexual nature. Ian overheard some of the comments and the whispered wishes that mainly centred on the Black guest and what they would like to do with him given the chance. He was inwardly shocked to realise they. And only Mommy can play with your cock. No one else. Isn’t that right, Sweetie?’ Mommy said , softly gliding her painted nail up and down my stiff cock.‘Yes, Mommy. You’re right. It won’t happened again,’ I answered, knowing Mommy was right, but also knowing it would be hard to avoid playing with myself. I later discovered that my love and devotion for her helped me not to play with myself. Instead, I got a lot of attention from Mommy.‘Thanks, Sweetie. Now do me a favor, sit down,’ Mommy said,. I had a tear streaked face, an embarrassed expression and a very frilly pair of little girl’s knickers on.She reached inside and very lightly, tickled my balls, as she looked into my eyes and pretended that everything was completely normal. I was in submissive heaven, but she made me even more ashamed when she told me that I was clearly a sissy and I should be happy that she’d shown me the truth. I begged her not to call me that, but she was adamant. I was her sissy and I would be required to. I hear you chuckle softly when you notice the dampness between my thighs. The button of my jeans melts beneath your fingers and I groan as your hand disappears beneath the fabric of my panties to stroke my clit. I gasp as two of your fingers deftly stroke me bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. I watch as you bring your fingers to your mouth and suck them, you growl softly and settle your hand right back to where it was, driving me mad one intimate stroke at a time. I’m trying to not.