I asked her out on a date, which she reflexively refused. I bought her a small bouquet of flowers and asked again. Once again she shot me down. I stoo...d steadfast. I turned to her aunt to learn the girl's loves and hates, the musicians she adored and those she reviled. I learned that she loved the music of the Beatles. Fine. I set about learning from a Beatles song book and polishing my skills on the guitar. Hell, if it worked for Romeo it would work for me. I planned to bushwhack serenade her.. I got chatting to one user who was not that far from me and he wasnt just the usual pic hunter, he found out i worked in a garage and asked if i could look at his car and maybe have some fun after. I was argueing with myself in my head for a couple of hours deciding if i should or not when my cock made the choice for me. I messaged him saying i would be on my own at work at a certain time and we would have to be quick so it would be a quick blow and go.he pulled his car in and i did what i. Eventually Mistress Portia had to arbitrate each time. Naturally, theother sissies noticed this development and they slowly expanded thecircle every time it was my turn to throw the ball. This meant I had totry and throw the ball harder and this caused me to lose directionalcontrol as I tried to flick my wrist just that little bit harder.This in turn caused me to throw 'no-balls' more and more often. Theagenda had secretly changed amongst the sissies as they noticed Daphneand Elizabeth getting. I took off my bra, whose support I really didn't need. I only wore it to keep my nipples from showing through my clothes. Now, I wanted them to show. I wanted to invite stares and maybe even some comments, particularly from boys.As long as I was going to show-off, I decided to go as far as I dared. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled the slider of the zipper down a couple of inches before folding the lever down to lock it in place. Since I had the shorts riding higher than before, having them.