Mistress Katana always knowsbest.Mistress Katana had a number of assignments for me to carry out leadingup to our Saturday play date. First off, Lacey... had some shopping to do.Mistress Katana had decided that I need a couple of new plugs for mypussy. The one pussy plug that I already had was quite slim. It fit itquite easily, and would slip out on occasion. Mistress Katana was quitedispleased whenever this would happen. "A proper sissy needs to learn toappreciate having her pussy used quite. She had what looked to be 42DD tits. We walked into her living room. the placed smelled of a chain smoker. She had crap for furniture. A couch with no legs, an old futon and very old 13 inch color tv with 2 knobs to turn the channels and rabbit ears on top. She was 100% Welfare white trash in every way. She was a single mom on the system with 2 almost teenager daughters from 2 different fathers. I found out later that she was one of those fat skank types that change after the black men. . Cars struggled to move at a decent pace among the mobs of well-dressed guys and beautiful women wearing skin-tight dresses that barely covered their hips. The women here certainly like to show off their legs. And every one of them—not most of them—every one of them was thin and had flawless skin. Mark put his arm around me as we observed the scenery. “Look, Tim, there’s something you need to remember about being here. See all these guys walking by us? Their dick is much smaller than yours.” I. He glanced at it and put it back down.“I wasn’t trying to ruin our evening,” Hailey said. “I only thought it was important that we both know where we stand.”“I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” Phil admitted. “It would be impossible for me to see you with someone else.”Hailey nodded sagely.“That means the others are off limits too,” she said. “I know Molly and Tiffany would offer you an alternative but I’m not really OK with that. I was at one point, but to make this work we have to have the same.