We had to be careful. That went without saying; either of us could wind up with our heads cut off.In the three months before I left on the first trip ...we only managed four times together. Sometimes the F-Man traveled, thinking himself important enough that anyone would care to come see him! But he wasn’t the main problem—they had had separate bedrooms for years.It was just that, to say the obvious, she was in the public eye. There were always people around—advisors, servants, “friends”. I say. Her hair was disheveled; her dress pushed up a little bit. This gave me a nice view of my prize, which was now dripping with cum. She started to pull away from the car and began to pull her dress back down, thinking my assault was over. She took a step away before I grabbed her again.“Oh, princess, we’re not done yet.” I grinned, stepping around her back and pulling down the zipper of her new dress.“Ry—“ she began to protest. “Lift up your arms” My hand reached up to stop her from reaching for. As we reach the car. There was cold breeze blowing. So we were feeling cold. I ran quickly in the car n resumed the same position as we were in bushy dam. Both the beauties on my either side n my hands on their waist. Now i told them to get change in the car itself. So i told to help each other. So i got up n caught aditi n said her that i’ll help her. I started to explore her whole body. Started to press her boobs. I removed her t-shirt n started to suck her boobs over her bra. Seeing this. When a Sissy enters that Beauty Salon, no one cares what her feelingsmaybe. She is there to continue her sissification as her Mistressprescribes and she can do nothing about it.So you can see that the same Beauty Salon can inspire many differentfeelings depending on who or what we are.Allow me to delve into some of my feelings, both those which I have had,and those which I would be likely to come into. As I do this, why don'tyou - GG, Cross Dresser, Forced Fem, Sissy - think about what you.