The phonethen stopped ringing. Just as I was putting the phone down it rang again,the same number. I answered it. "Hello," I said.The voice on the ...other of line said, "Hello Sissy Priscilla this is yourMaster speaking."I should maybe explain at this point that I have been a submissivetransvestite for as long as I can remember. This has been something that mywife knew about when we first got together. She even encouraged me to dressup with her and we had some fun together. However my wife. To make the rest part short…During the day her white thighs and white stomach kept coming in front of my eyes. I couldn’t indulge in studies any more. When I was studying at night (rather thinking about her) she came to my room. She was holding Johnson baby oil in one hand and came and sat beside me. She said that she was having too much pain her head and can I massage some onto it. I said my pleasure and started massaging her temples and forehead. She was lying on a pillow and I was massaging. A married man invites me to his room to drink champagne,” she laughed. “But you seem safe enough, so why not?”“Gee, thanks,” I said deadpan.“I suppose that could go either way in terms of being an insult, right?”“Exactly. I need to get some ice brought up to the room. I have a huge basket of fruit, too, if you want to snack.”“What makes you rate?”“I’m in the Six Continents Club, so I get upgrades and perks.”We went upstairs to the 5th floor and I let her into the suite.“A suite? I am SO living. That's when Dad started hanging out with strippers. I never thought he'd marry one, though. But he did. When I was seven, a busty 20-year-old who went by "Cinnamon" was suddenly my new stepmom. To her credit, Cinnamon took well to her new responsibilities. While Dad was working long hours and making money he didn't have time to spend, Cinnamon transitioned nicely from stripper to housewife. She quit her job at the Bottomless Pit and focused on vacuuming, laundry, food shopping, cooking, and.