"Who the hell are you?" he shouted angrily into the headset. Hisanger at not being able to hang up the phone, found an outlet throughyelling at the pr...ankster. "Now sweetie that is no way a young lady should be talking," saidthe voice again. "You remember the last time you used such language andyour mother washed your mouth out with soap." Suddenly in Frank's mindcame the image of Kendra pushing a bar of soap into his mouth for usingsuch language. That is one thing he never wanted to happen. Hair was freshly cut and he smelled very manly from his cologne, a good manly. I've already went inside and they have our table ready he stated, as he arrived early to ensure all the reservations were taken care of. He held out his hand as if to guide me in the direction of the main entrance and asked shall we? Yes I replied with a big smile. As I took one step forward in acceptance of his gesture I felt he nice firm manly hand caress in the most innocent of ways the unprotected exposed skin of. While he waited for the glue to set, he pulled on a pair of lace top,pink colored sheer nylons and clipped the tops to eight garters whichhung down from the corset. Then he slipped his feet into the impossibleheels that stood on the floor. Bright red patent, t-strap pumps withchrome heels at least seven inches high. He was perched on his toes bythe time he had fastened the steel reinforced ankle straps and snappedthe tiny golden padlocks in place.Somehow he managed to stand back up. He. Once again without knowing what was coming I found myself on my back with him sitting on me again. “Mistress is waiting….and you are wasting time… and if you want my help you will ask me nicely… or you can leave.” “OK” I snapped back, “will you please help me get this thing on!” The sissy actually had the nerve to say “No, I said nicely” Then he went on to say to kneel in front of him, offer him the hood and ask nicely. Of course I refused. Who did he think he was! I would squash him.