Luckily the warehouse was empty except for a shiny black car. We loaded up in Michael's Model A Sedan and looked for a clue to tell us where we were. ...Using a map found in the glove box, we found Michael's house in the French Quarter in only a short while. His keys let us into his house and found his housekeeper/slave, Yvonne.I had Bert tie her up and put her into her rooms until I could question her. I intended to probe her for Michael's mind controls that I was sure would be there. I hoped. I almost forgot what it's like to suck a dick; I forgot about the veins nearly popping out after a couple of minutes. Oh, you're wooing me too, Dwight. Look right at me as I please you with my mouth. Maybe that's what drives me, I need to please, and you're letting me do it for you. You might be older, but you have a great dick to suck, not too big or too small by any means.'I let it out. "Do you like it, Dwight?" I asked before licking it from his balls to the end. "Am I up to your standards. ’ So I went into the kitchen to rustle up a drink. It took me longer because I had to open some new coffee then I spilt it all and had to clear it up. I heard Guy and Jo come downstairs, then, I assumed Mike, go upstairs, then I heard the front door. By now I was wondering what was happening but I wasn’t worried. Jo and Guy were still here and they must have been upstairs when we got back. That had to be good news. So I was surprised to find Jo in such a state when I took the coffee in. I found. It didn’t take much coaxing to get her to the bed where we proceeded to roll over, under and around each other in our homo way, two faggots filling each others mouths with our sissy girlie cocks. When I felt the heat of the cream in my balls rising I lifted and stroked, exploding all over Angela. Her cum was soon to rise as well; when it did I licked, sucked, stroked and then came to her mouth with her juices as we kissed our ever so delightfully sissy homo kisses. We laid there in bed for.