The Making of A Sissy Part 7

Bella’s little cock stiffened involuntarily and her balls tingled as the car swept up a palm lined avenue and a huge white Art Deco house with green tiled roof loomed up before them. As they drew up, a smiling Roberts appeared and helped them with their bags; he took them through a plush marbled hallway and up a curving staircase with wrought iron work typical of the early thirties. Both he and Sandy showed her the room she’d stay in; with Sandy of course.

“You two slip into something comfortable then come down to the pool for a drink; I expect you’ll want a swim later, it’s going to be a warm one.” He watched the sissy bend and put her bag down as he closed the door; his cock bulged as he descended the stairs; she was within his grasp now, If only he could find a way.

The two came downstairs. Both wearing saris of a fine sheer material over their naked bodies; they giggled as they sat next to Roberts, who poured them generous drinks. Bella’s nipples were prominent from her sweet round breasts, partly because the morning air was still a little cool, partly because of sheer excitement; this was to be an eventful day in the sissy’s life…