"What gave it away?" she asked."That's not important just now either," I replied. "What is important is where we stand. Or more accurately, for you to... observe the fact that you don't stand anywhere. You are confined to a chair and secured with enough duct tape to keep a roof on a mobile home during a windstorm. And you are confined in a place where nobody but we two..." I indicated Lauren and myself "... even knows you're here, and you're in a body that won't be missed by anyone at all."I. Do you understand, sissy boy?" What else could I say? I had my panties around my legs, my ass was exposed to him with a butt plug pressed up against it, and he was crouching over me. Not to mention, he not had a picture that would expose me as a girly boy, at best, to anyone he wanted. "Yes," I said softly. "That's another thing," Dominick said assertively, "you are going to be respectful and call me Sir from now on. Anything that you say should be followed by the word 'Sir'". Now try again:. But I was also nervous, I had never been nervous and horny before in my whole life, it was also a weird mixture of feelings.“Mom, I can explain. I just needed a pantie, I never imagined you in that way” I said. Suddenly, my mom placed her hand on my crotch and rubbed my rock hard cock!“Then why is your manhood excited now?” she asked.I badly wanted to wake up from this dream, but unfortunately, it was all real. She kept rubbing my crotch. I stopped her and removed her hand from there.“What?. His control snapped. He yanked her against him, burying his face in the exposed curvature of her breasts, snaking his tongue into the deep valley there. Her fingers threaded through his hair, gripping him tight against her. His hands fumbled over the back of her dress until he found what he sought, the zipper. Ripping it open, he pulled it off her shoulders and slid it off of her to the floor. She stepped out of it, kicking it to the side and pushed his shirt off his broad back. It was a flurry.