“To Rina, yes,” she said.“Oh,” he said.“Yes oh! Owen why didn’t you tell me?” she said.“Abbs, there have been so many mess ups that if... this didn’t work out I didn’t want to have you all upset and whatnot in the afterglow,” he said.“But they’ve been dating for the past month, fairly regularly if I have it right,” said Abigail. “Why haven’t you said anything since you must’ve been aware of your success?”“Actually, I haven’t been aware of it. I knew they’d talked and had a date, but only one I was. Then, all visiting sissies were led into the fourth zone, stripped off of their diapers, and strapped on one of the rocking horses. If their mistresses allowed it, the sissies were also freed of their chastity devices. Secured so that they could not fall off, the sissies were encouraged to rock back and forth on the padded saddle. These saddles could buzz and make sissy clitties tingle, and had pink dildos come up, and slide into the well-lubed sissy bottoms.The rocking horses where put in a. You've already done too much mister.” Sounding pretty mad. We now were facetiming as you should. I asked her where my girlfriend was and she told her she sent her to the store to get some extra sauce for dinner tonight. I felt so embarrassed it was hard for me to even look in her eyes through the iPad. She started to sound really calm. She through me a 'psssst' then said “Are you that ashamed you can't look at me?... Just look at my face once.” I looked at the iPad.. It was her chest up. She. “I think we deserve a reward, don’t you?” I said to you with a wink. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you answered, grinning. “Last one in is a rotten egg,” I whispered. With that, we sprung to our feet and began tugging at our clothes, discarding socks and shoes, jeans and shirts, and underwear. We left a trail of clothes behind us as we made our way to a spiral staircase and chased each other up. We came out on the roof of the penthouse. The lights of Manhattan ’s buildings surrounded.