The last part, at least, I hoped was justfantasy-talk. I was wrong on this too.The more I was trapped in the crib drinking from my baby-bottle, the mo...reI became addicted to being mocked by Fiona as she drank wine, blew smokein my face (I had been an avid antismoker and banned smoking in our home)and encouraging me to rub my sissy-clit through my sissypanties and begto be a sissybaby girl. Night after night, week after week, month aftermonth I was losing my sense of masculinity in this process. I'll explain later.My cousin did finally stop frowning and his head bobbed quickly, "God that would be great cuz! Wow. Would you do that?"I took a deep breath and realized my body was slowly coming back under control. The reason, because I had analysed the passionate images and feelings running through my blood and I wasn't about to let any adolescent boy control my fantasy. I shrugged, "Even with those photos its hard to believe Aunt Kay was your slave Greg." I concentrated on my breathing, as. . The clear dominant demeanor and lack of consideration to their women ... The submissiveness of the women to their black partner was so obvious and I knew she was all burned in her mind.When finally she got out of her stupor I asked her again and she vehemently said “No; we stay I like it here and I want to see what happens”; so I ordered another beer for me.When the waiter came with my drink he also had a refill for my wife and when I looked up to him he turned his head and nodded pointing to. That's too good to not have again. They spoil you, you know." And yours don't?" Jeff teased."Damn straight," the General said as he borrowed one of Jeff's favorite expressions.A little later, the men had finished the coffee cake, and were on their third cup of coffee. "So what did you bring us?" Remember a couple of years back, that planet with the little animal that had camouflage that worked so effectively you could barely see them, even when you knew where they were?" Sure." My scientists.