The waitress approached and she took out order for drinks and food and quickly left. I noted that you were wearing what I had requested and that was a... light summer mini skirt with a crop top. You had on a pair of platform shoes and you had your hair up the way I liked it. your make up was perfect and you looked so hot in the outfit. I looked at you and asked if you had done as I requested. You eyes were looking down at the table and not meeting my gaze as I asked the question. I took my napkin. I pretended not to notice it and grabbed the plates, thinking thatMistress was going to be busy with those two. I went to the kitchen andcleaned up trying to count how many men Mistress had fucked since Ibecame her sissy. It was hard to accept being cuckolded at first, but Ihad cheated on her first, back when I was a real man. Acceptance is keythey say, and I guess I had accepted my lot in life, even grown to loveit. I was meant to be her sissy.The bell rang and before I knew in I was knocking. But she is a little snooty. I mean she does not talk to any one unless she has too. But my buddies and I have as the top MILF but we all know that she is way untouchable. So I go to the rodeo one night. It is a Thursday and the place is packed. I walk around and chat with friends. Then I decide to walk down by the creek and old swimming hole back behind the fairgrounds to see if I can catch someone brush fucking back there or maybe skinny dipping. It is a full moon and there is plenty of. "She used to," explained Lupe, "but the owners didn't want to pay the photographers. Hilda wasn't happy with this decision of theirs. She thought – and still believes – that that portion of the business had the most potential for profit, if it was managed correctly." Hmm," I uttered, lost in thought. "Hmm." An idea was beginning to take shape in my mind.April 27, 1996Santa Fe, New Mexico"Can I get you some coffee?" offered Hilda. Derek and I both nodded in assent. The three of us were seated in.