"You won't believe it, a couple of the Arkansas people didn't make it cause of car trouble or something, and needed another two people to run with the...m, so they had enough to switch off lead. My friend knows the coach and their captain, and recommended me to them. They want me to run with them."She looked concerned for a moment before continuing, "Cas, I know we were supposed to..."I held up a hand, stopping her, "I totally get it. I was just in this for a little fun. I won't be crushed if you. ‘Well, if that blouse and a few sheets are all she’s got to worry about she’s doing well,’ Irene huffed, filling the teapot straight from the kettle. ‘There, up you go. Hopefully, Miss Burghley won’t have noticed the lipstick. No doubt she’s too busy thinking about her poor father’s estate to worry about much else. There’s every unmarried man in a hundred mile radius coming up here now. Did you know we have both Lord Rowley’s son and thatnewspaper fellow up here tomorrow night? Goodness knows. He could tell that her body was still aroused but she seemed to be suspicious. "Look," she said, "I was willing to go along and try this but I don't think its working and your silly suggestion that I take my clothes off just isn't going to work -- good try though." He was a little shocked. He had instructed her not to remember anything he had told her about the triggers -- how had he fucked that up? He was starting to sweat in his jacket from the sexual tension and the furious thinking of how. On the cover was a picture of a handsome, hunky guy standing with hishands on his hips. He was naked and his erect cock was sticking out infront of him. Kneeling before him dressed in purple lingerie with blackfishnet stockings and high heels was obviously a sissy. The sissy waslooking up at the man with her mouth open, waiting. The title of themagazine said it all: "Sissy Sex-Toy."Peter got an instant hard-on. As he turned the pages of the magazine;perusing picture after picture of sissy.