”“You mentioned horses and a light aircraft. Where are those housed?”“The horses are boarded at a farm in Plainfield. The light plane is, I th...ink, at DuPage airport. I’ve never seen the plane Samantha flies. She took lessons at that airfield, I believe.”“OK. I think that’s all I need at the moment. Will you be available for more questions should we have any?”“Sure. Let me give you my card. I’ll write my cellular number on the back as well.”I took a business card from the case in my suit-coat. I'm Locked up inside and I sleep on an old, Urine Smelling, Stained mattress that His Last Slave slept on for years. I've tidyed up, inside My Home, with the gifts and clothes His friends give me after Sunday afternoon's Party.I am His Sissy Boy, Sex Slave, bought and paid for! He instructed Me, the first night, when I was Nine, how to dress up in Hand Me Down panties and bras and skirts and stand in front of a seated Man, with My Boy's knees spread wide, so the Man can lift up my short skirt. On impulse I moved my hand off Tony's cock and ran it up his hard, flat abs toward his chest, where I stroked those thick, full, 17-year-old pecs. Tony gripped my cock a little tighter, began stroking faster; it was lubricated by a steady flow of precum. He pressed his muscular arm against my own pecs and I moaned again, my cock jumping in his hand.Suddenly I saw the warning sign for the upcoming exit we wanted. "Dudes, we're almost there," I said, breathing hard."I know I am," whispered. I had an amazing session with her panties and was almost reluctant to return them. But I feared she would notice they were missing. So I went back to her room to put them back. I opened the door and walked back over to her dresser, I put the G-string back and right as I was closing the drawer I heard my sisters voice…“What the fuck are you doing you fucking perv?’Shit! I thought, I was totally fucked! “Um, I’m….Um”“You were returning my g string weren’t you? You fucking perv!” She went over to.