“Fuck me, make love to me, release me.” “Not yet, but when I do, it will only be the first time of many,” he promised. James released his gr...asp and walked around in front of her spread eagle body. She looked luscious standing there in her high heels, stockings, her visibly wet thong and her black silk bra. Amy looked back at James with pleading eyes. Her red lips moist and inviting, made more so by her rich red lipstick. Amy admired this older mystery man. He was about 50 years old, almost. Dad stopped, hopped out of his tractor with a smile and took a can of Pepsi and a big sub.In the meantime, I took over wagon duties from uncle Mike, allowing him a break and a sandwich.I drove the tractor and empty wagon out to the field, where grandpa was filling another wagon as the chopper devoured four rows of sorghum.With a full wagon, we executed the switch, swapping out an empty wagon for a full one. Grandpa Parker saw that I had replaced Uncle Mike and gave me a broad grin. He throttled. I was wearing a tight white tank top that was really stretched across my DD tits. I noticed a young man staring at my tits and that made my nipples hard and poke against the thin fabric. He watched me till I got up to leave then he followed me out. I walked down the back alley to my SUV and he followed me. As I got to my car he said "Hey, can I chat with you?" I turned to him and said "What about?" He got real close and ran a finger across my nipples in my tight shirt. He said "I could not take. Theidentity of the caller was ANSWER NOW. He had no choice. He had to answerit, now. "I'm sorry, I have to answer this." He quickly rushed out of theroom. He had no choice; he had to answer it, now. "Hello?"There was a sing-songy voice on the other end of the line. "OMG, I NEEDTO BE MAKING MEN CUM!" It was a sissy on the other end of the line. Asissy faggot. A sissy faggot like Paul. A sissy faggot like PansyPumpscock.Paul could feel Pansy taking over. He could feel the words forcingthemselves.