” He looked in awe at my breasts. I sat in fear, this was strange, I liked the attention but in my mind I knew it was wrong. Mitchell pulled my shir...t over my head. Tossing it on the floor, he started to undo my bra. I felt my nipples go hard as air came into contact with them. He turned me around to face him, kneeling in front of me, I stared into his blue eyes. He stared into mine as his warm mouth closed around my nipple. I didn’t know what to feel, his tongue felt rough and smooth as he. His partner, a pretty young woman, waited patiently. Clearly this was not an unusual occurrence.From the man and woman’s point of view, a somewhat unusually dressed man walked towards them. Most people of ‘that’ age (what age, they wondered later? Forty? Fifty? Thirty? His eyes were old, his body was hard and lithe, his hair was white, or silver, or golden. It seemed to shimmer. He had no wrinkles, but he had contours) wore muted colours, a suit perhaps, a tie. This man wore some long cardigan. He wanted to be a sissy. He could not wait to try onpretty clothes for his new life."Oh, Mistress. Please let me wear this pretty pink bra and panty. Ilove the lace on it. I think it will look so cute on me. Please!"She smiled as Chad then pulled the pink panties up his legs. He lovedthe feel of the soft fabric and the lace on his legs. He pulled thepanties up over his ass. Chad loved the feel of the thin strap betweenhis ass cheeks and feel of the lacy fabric on his tiny cock. He thenasked. I knew that I was about to cum any second but there wasnothing I could do to stop myself. I was beginning topant and I knew that everyone in the room must knowwhat I was about to do.When I’d first accepted Cheryl’s invitation toThanksgiving dinner at her folk’s house during schoolbreak I’d never even thought about something like this.When we first arrived I was fascinated by Cheryl’slarge family gathering. Being an only child of olderparents I’d never.