When Mike had been 'making sure' of his data, he had scanned each and every one of the families bloodlines, in what had proved to be an almost vain ho...pe, of finding something, anything, salvageable. What had emerged was a picture of an almost 'viral' evil. It was as if these Families had been infected and were passing on some retrograde gene of vileness from one generation to the next. The only hope in fact, was from the prepubescent segment of all three family lines plus three of the mid-teen. The theatre wasn’t too crowded, no one was seated next to us, which made Randy (and me) very happy. I still had no idea know what he had planned, but I hoped he wasn’t going to make me wait much longer. The previews were what you’d expect from a superhero movie- more superhero movies. Randy loved previews. He was such a movie buff. He made my Mom and I watch Interstellar at LEAST 10 times. True story. It’s his favorite, and after seeing it it’s definitely up there for me as well. After the. I never could figure out what drives his desire for an older woman, such as myself, but he can never keep his eyes off my long legs or my round, voluptuous ass. He pestered me to no end to dress him as a proper sissy and take his hungry ass with my strap on and was quite relentless about it.Finally he wore me down, so I invited him over one afternoon to give him what he desired. Before he arrived I carefully laid out on my bed, all my sex toys and an outfit chosen especially for my sissy slut. I began to wash my hair because I couldn't think of anything else to do. I wasn't sure what I should do. I was sure what I shouldn't do. I shouldn't get out of the shower in the condition that I was in at that moment.When I finished with my hair, I looked up and found Michael gone. I felt my heart sink. I was sure that he had been disappointed in me. Was it how I looked or how I had acted. I shouldn't have been, but I was hurt by his leaving me alone.I lingered in the shower just in case he.