You spread your legs wide, giving my face access to your wondrous treasures. My nose dipped between your cheeks, as my tongue slipped inside your damp... petals. "Mmm," I moaned. This sent shivers, vibrating up through your sex. You pulled the dress off your shoulders and pressed your bare breasts against the window. The sensation of your nipples hardening on the cold glass was exquisite. It also made my tongue burn against your flesh. You worked your hips back and forth over my face, riding the. I picked them up and stuffed them into my mouth, then I performed a more dramatic curtsey, lifting my skirts up high enough to show my CB2000-encased sissy clit. I turned and removed the dildo from the stand that was bolted to the floor and attached the leash to the ring at the base. I pushed the dildo up my sissy pussy with a delighted moan and then took the handle of the leash and led myself to the kitchen. Looping the end of the leash around a cabinet knob, I got. I arrived at the party late, but it was just in time.Author’s note: This is a flash story that kept me awake one night.I am Gregory (Greg) Wilson, 28, and I am a control systems design engineer for a family owned machine tool manufacturing company. The company, Mathews Machine Tool, is a leading edge producer of CNC Machines for the plastics industry. I am not one of the higher ups, although I am considered an executive.I was and am a very good designer and I have dual degrees in Electrical. Nothing special really. Just a standard, mass produced child’s size Valentine in that great big envelope. While the front of the card said Be My Valentine, the back was hand written in a strong, masculine script and said ‘Please be mine, dear lovely lady. Yours forever, T.’ ‘T’? Maria wondered confused, but more elated by the day. Who could her secret valentine be? DAY 4- Feb 4th Sunday morning dawned sunny and cold. Maria was up and off to 10 o’clock Mass, leaving Harry to sleep off his day.