I read about all the sissy things woman would have their tyrannies do.Then came the Internet and the chat rooms. Now you know about how I became a sis...sy, but we still don't know what I am doing here. We had chatted a few times. I had been gong in there to meet other sissies like me. There always were men trying to hit on the sissy in the room but mostly I kept to myself and just chatted with other panty boys like myself.Then this one night I got a message from Sir Ian. It said, "I have seen you. ”Whitney looked at her. “Alison?”“I was wondering if the couples were trapped in a hopeless situation and committing suicide in pairs, in couples. But the last two pairs to ... to die have been pairs of women. And Mark, there’s only one man left in all of the groups you’ve labeled “people”, right? My gosh Mark. For the nine couples that were in Party #6, at least eight of their men have died. What could kill off the men so selectively?”Fatimawas thinking furiously about all the decisions that. Cammie hung limp in my grasp, fighting for breath as spastic twitches rocked her body. I maintained my grip on her arms with one hand, and slid the other around her waist. Once I had her supported, I let go of her hands, and they dropped to her side.“Cammie?” I asked, concerned.She let out a whimper, and one at a time, lifted her arms to place them on the table, and then lowered her head to it. I sidestepped, keeping one hand near her in case she fell, and grabbed the arm of the office. Look at his cock inhis pants. Look up into his eyes and blink your pretty little eyelashesand then look back at his cock a few times before you say hello in yoursweetest most precious voice. Now this is important sissy and you betternot get it wrong. I'm putting money and change in your purse. When you goto pay be sure to drop some of the coins on the ground behind you. Bendover and pick them up and flash him your panties. Make sure you bend atthe waist Megan. Got it little bitch? Good girl..