Hope to see you then. Stella If I understand this message, My father-in-law is gone, with no car to get home, my wife is at the movies, and Stella wil...l be here soon. Just the two of us. Am I getting the signals right. Holy shit! The hell with dinner. I grabbed some clean clothes and went to take a shower before Stella got home. I went down to the basement and quickly got into the shower. I got all soaped up, paying extra attention to my cock and balls. I considered jacking off, I wanted to take. "Now, I ain't takin' no chances with you runnin' agin, so I'm gonna brand ya, an' ever'body'll know yore mine." Please, Mr., I mean Massa Brenneman!" she begged, really frightened, "I'll do anything! I won't run anymore, I promise! Please let me show you how much I want to please you!"It was pretty close to the reaction I was looking for. I didn't really want to put any permanent marks on the girl.I looked hard at her for a few seconds, then unfastened the shackles, pushing her to her knees in. A little higher. Just kissing the curve of your breast. A little higher. Some skin, thank goodness for low-cut tops. Kiss, a little lick. A tiny lick with each kiss. Higher. Your head is back as I kiss your collar. I kiss your neck, and you're suddenly unsteady in my hands. There's a window behind me, and music is carried in gently from a distant radio. Slow dance, step, step, shift, step. My hands are in your hair, and wrapped around your back, holding you close. I feel your heat, your sweat.. "Carl, why don't you just admit that you are a sissy,I can see your little cock straining in my panties and pantyhose. Itobviously excites you and it's just a matter of time before you startoozing sissy cream in my panties." No, ma'am, its just I have to really go to the pee," Carl sheepishlysaid."Well even if you really had to pee, how are you going to with a raginghard on, you silly prissy sissy!" she laughing said."Carl look at the model on TV." Mrs. Monet pointed out to her.