’ I moved closer to her, close enough to swell her sweet female musk underneath her perfume. ‘That’s what you do?’ I asked her. ‘You sit at ...your desk and play with your tits? That’s what they pay you to do? Because I bet you’d get paid a lot more to do that at a few places I know downtown.’ It was strangely easy to fall into a patter of lewd talk with her, everything about her demeanor demanded it, the crook of her hips, the flash of her thighs, the way she swayed, and slurred her words. My measurementsare taken, chest, waist and hips. Calipers are produced and my sissyclit, my sissy ovaries, and my breasts are carefully measured."Is the sissy code tattoo on your lower abdomen your only tattoo?"Inquires Mistress Beauregard. (I've had that tattoo since earlychildhood. Once a sissy, always a sissy. The code has all myidentifying information and my mother's contact information, and almostall sissies are 'tagged' for our 'protection')."Just that one. My mother wants me. He was talking and Hannah smiled. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. I so wanted to turn up the sound and hear what was being said but knew that I couldn't alert Anne to what was happening. They continued talking before my husband stood up and left the room. Hannah got dressed and I switched the TV off. I was now approaching my orgasm and ground my cunt against Anne's mouth as I came.I slept before showering and getting dressed for dinner. My mother had brought in a dress which. " Why didn't you think of me while you were over there?" I knew you loved me and I remember that you said you would wait for me but I had been told the same thing before. I was afraid of being hurt again. I was clearing the slate in my mind. I did start writing a letter one night." You were going to write me?" Yes. I happened upon your picture in my billfold. It caused me to think of you and I started writing but suddenly after a half page, I stopped. I felt it would hurt you more if I wrote.