“Do you have the heat on?”“No, Mother,” I said.“I think I need some air,” she said. “And then we’ll talk.”She tried to rise from her... stool at the counter, but had to catch herself. She looked at me and her expression changed. Nothing seemed to make sense to her for a second, and then I saw it. She knew something was wrong. The shock took her legs out from under her.It took us a few moments to get her back to her feet. It was pathetic. She was babbling and slurring, and I almost felt bad for. . They both looked over at my, with questioning looks. “Well then, now do you want them?” Mr. Charles turned his attention to me, waiting for an answer. I looked over at the man but before I could answer, the two wondering hands found their was to my half mast cock, beginning to stroke me through my pants, it was becoming clear to me that they were trained for this and had been pleasure-slaves together for a while, they knew how to work together when it came to their jobs. Then I felt two lips. I stopped counting long ago," I replied.And that was an honest answer. Mistress firmly believed that a sissyshouldn't cum like a man. Ever. We had discussed it many times. Asstrange as it may sound, I agreed with her completely. When a sissyorgasms, she often loses focus on being a proper submissive companion toher Mistress or Master. I never wanted to lose focus on pleasing her. Andif a sissy has some kind of point system to "earn" a release, she isfocused on that instead of just losing. She wants me to enjoy her and do as I wish to her. She already had her second orgasm in the last 20 minutes.I took her off the bonnet and laid her on the grass. I admired her for second and fucked her in missionary position. Kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, moving down to her red lips. Our lips fused hard and tongues tasted each other. By the time I took my mouth away from hers a bridge of drool was flowing from our mouth.She hugged and held me tight to her. Slowly kissed my way down to.