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Chapter Seventeen - Meet The Parents Grace and I woke up the next morning and went into the shower together. While we were in there, Grace teased me a little by playing with my balls. It felt weird having my cock area being manipulated, but not feeling any touch on my penis. On the other hand, just Grace's fingers playing with my balls excited me, causing my penis to react, giving me my first taste of what I could expect to happen every time I became aroused while wearing the chastity cage. It didn't feel good. Even my lit, er, well, my penis, filled the plastic cage when it became aroused, causing an excruciatingly uncomfortable pressure. "Do you like that baby?" Grace asked. "Uh, it kind of hurts," I said. "I mean, I like you touching me, but the cage kind of hurts." "Perfect!" she said. "That's what it's suppose to do. See, this way you won't want to pleasure yourself. And you'll be so, so ready by our wedding night." Yeah. I got that part. I wished she didn't think it was so essential to make sure I was 'ready' on our wedding night. I hated to think she was going to have to cage and deny me sexual pleasure simply to gain one special night of enjoyment for her. But she'd made her point. And I wasn't going to win the argument. We finished showering and got out to get dressed for work. Grace laid out a black garter belt with stockings and matching panties for me to wear under my suit. She also laid out a pink slip. Thank goodness it wasn't black. Maybe I'd be able to take my jacket off today. As we left, Grace reminded me to call my mom and sister and let them know they could stay at her place during their visit. I hoped my mom would be okay with that. As soon as I arrived at work I called my sister to tell her about Grace's suggestion. I wanted to find out if she thought mom would be uncomfortable with me sleeping with Grace while she was there. Much like Grace's reaction, Rhonda laughed it off. We were each adults, after all. She was certain mom would not mind. I sent Grace a text message letting her know. She never responded back. I went on about my day and was actually successful in accomplishing some things. As late afternoon neared, I received a text message from Grace. It seemed she had some personal business to attend to, so she suggested that I not stay at her place that night. Of course, I was disappointed, but didn't know what I could say about it. I suppose I was becoming fairly accustomed to spending most nights with her. Then the thought occurred to me that we'd probably live in her place after we were married. I decided that I should look into putting my place on the market. So, that night after work I went home to my own house. After checking my refrigerator for food, I realized it was fairly bare. I drove to the Fresh Market off of Duke Street in Alexandria to pick up something for dinner. They always have a wide selection of meals that busy professionals can pick up on the way home. I bought some roast beef, broccoli, and mashed potatoes to take home. When I arrived home, I placed the meal in the oven to warm, and then went to my bedroom to change. As I stood naked before my bathroom mirror, I examined my chastity cage. My penis, shriveled and limp, was fully contained within. It appeared piteously tiny trapped inside of its prison. It seemed Grace's little device was performing as designed. After showering, I got dressed in one of the baby dolls that Grace had purchased for me. Why I did so, I can't say. It was almost becoming instinctual for me. But I wore no makeup, had no breast forms, and did not don a wig. Thus, when I saw my reflection in the mirror I saw that image that always made me so uncomfortable - not man, and yet, not quite woman. Since it was only me in the house though, I didn't worry about it. I ate my dinner and then settled down to enjoy a glass of wine and read a book. I wondered what Grace was up to. I tried her phone, but she didn't answer. After a while, I moved into my bedroom and before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep. As I slept I was suddenly awakened by my phone ringing. A quick glance at my bedside clock revealed that it was nearly 1 a.m. Groggy from sleep, I answered, "Hello?" "Hi baby," Grace giggled on the other end. " Did I wake you?" "That's okay," I replied. "Is everything okay?" I asked. Usually, late night phone calls meant bad news. I was wondering why Grace was calling me so late. "Everything is hunky dory," she sang. "I just called because I miss you. Do you miss me?" "Uh, yeah," I answered. " I do." "Know what I miss most?" she asked. By now I was awake. "What?" "Your tongue," she teased. "Know what I mean?" "I think so," I replied. Was she calling me to have phone sex? "I really wish you here baby," she continued. "Don't you?" I did miss being with her. I could feel my penis beginning to swell inside of the confines of my chastity cage. It hurt, like blue balls hurt when you're sexually aroused, but ungratified. I wished I could get it to stop. "Yes," I told her. "Mmmmmm," she moaned on the other end of the phone. "I can almost feel your soft and tender tongue inside of me Danni," she tormented me. "Uh huh," was all I could manage as I fought to resist further arousal. "I'm so hot and wet thinking of you between my thighs Danni. Cleaning me out with your sweet, femmy tongue. God! You have no idea how much I love it when you do that." Cleaning her out? That's an odd way to put it, I thought. My cock was straining now against the plexiglass cage containing my now, seemingly, not so small penis. "I'm glad," I answered. "I'm so glad you like doing that Danni! It feels so good! Feeling your mouth on me, sucking me, cleaning my cream from my pussy. Damn! I wish you were here right now! I could just flood your mouth baby!" Fuck! What was she saying? Has she been fucking someone tonight? Is that why she didn't want me to stay over? "Do you wish you could touch yourself honey?" "Ye, yes," I gasped. "I do," I told her. "But you can't. Can you? And you know why?" Why? That was pretty obvious. "Because of the ca, cage?" I responded. "No silly," she shot back. "Well, yeah, partly. But it's because you're saving yourself for me. For our wedding night? So you can give yourself to me then. And we'll really appreciate what we have. And it will be special." "Oh. Right," I agreed. "But right now, I so wish you were here, between my thighs, working your magic with your tongue." "Me too," I said. "Well, I guess it isn't to be," she concluded. "I'm gonna go to sleep now. I love you Danni," she whispered. Just like that? We were done? "Good night Grace," I said. "See you tomorrow?" I asked. "We'll see baby. The rest of this week is going to be crazy. I might not see you before Friday. What time do your mom and sister get in?" "Around 6:30 p.m." I told her. "That's perfect. My mom is arriving in the middle of the day. We'll have cocktails on the balcony and then take a cab to dinner. Sound good?" "Su, sure," I answered, as if it mattered what I thought. "Okay. Good night. I love you baby." "Good night Grace. I love you too." After we hung up, I couldn't go back to sleep. It took a while for my penis to return to normal and not hurt from being squeezed inside of its cage. God! This was going to be difficult if Grace was going to constantly tease and torment me. Could that be her plan? Keep me on edge until our wedding night, and then turn me loose for one amazing night of raw sex? I didn't know if I could stand it if she was. And I couldn't get another nagging thought out of my head. Grace talked about me cleaning her out. Swallowing her cream. What did she mean? Surely she wouldn't be cheating on me right after we'd become engaged? I mean, she wanted me to abstain from sex. What about her? Of course, I was the one who needed to be ready on our wedding night. Grace could do her part to make sure sex was satisfying whenever she wanted to. I was the one who had trouble measuring up, so to speak. At some point I was finally able to go back to sleep. But it was a fitful one. It seemed my head was full of thoughts, none of which were pleasant. Me failing to perform on our wedding night. Grace getting fucked by other men. Other men who could please her. The way a man should please a woman. Not like me. I spent the entire next day at work worrying about the call I received from Grace in the middle of the night, and all that it might have meant. I never heard from Grace. I thought of calling her. But I didn't because I was afraid she'd brush me off again. It was strange. Calling. Not calling. The outcome was the same. I went home alone. And worried about what Grace was doing. Was she avoiding me? Was she with someone else? Or did she really just have things to do? My routine was pretty much the same as it was the night before. As I slipped into bed I wondered if I'd receive another late night call. Thankfully, I did not. I'm not saying I had a great night's sleep. Only that, at least, Grace didn't call to torment me. Thursday passed quickly as I had several meetings during the day. I called Grace as the day ended. I was going to invite her to dinner. But I only received her voice mail. I left her a message, but never heard back from her. Finally, I went to my place for the evening. Around 8 p.m. my phone rang. It was Grace. There was noise in the background and it was difficult to hear. It sounded as though she were in a bar. "Hi baby!" she spoke loudly into the phone. "Uh, hi," I replied. "I just received your voicemail Danni. I'm really sorry, but I can't tonight," she informed me. As if! I thought. It was kind of late at this point. "Wh, where are you?" I asked. "It's hard to hear you." "I'm sorry," she yelled. "A few of my workmates wanted to take me for drinks. To celebrate my engagement." "Oh," I said. "That's nice," I added. But, in truth, my heart dropped into my stomach. "Yeah," she agreed. "It is. I really couldn't tell them no. Otherwise, I'd much prefer to be having dinner with you. I miss you." "You too," I said. I didn't really want to know, but I had to ask. "Wh, who is with you?" "Some of the girls I work with organized it," she answered. "Oh," I replied, relieved that it was just girls. "Your boss couldn't make it?" "Oh, he's here. Of course! He wouldn't miss it. Besides, he's picking up our bar tab," she said as she laughed at something someone must have said in the background. Once again, my heart sank. Crap! Rex! I hated that she was out with him. Fuck! But, what could I say? Not a damned thing! Instead I said, "Oh, well, that's nice. Do you think you'll be late? Maybe I could meet you at your apartment?" "That would be great Danni!" she shouted. "Unfortunately, I don't know how late we'll be. I hate to ask you to wait for me. Maybe tonight wouldn't be the best night. I'll see you tomorrow night? I can't wait to meet your mom and sister." Disappointed that my offer was rejected, I responded, "Sure. I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun," I added, with no real commitment to the entreaty. "Okay! Bye baby!" She clicked off. Crap! Crap! Crap! I would be so glad when we were finally married and these nights when we were separated would be over. I knew it was irrational for me to worry. Grace was always telling me how much she loved me and how excited she was to be marrying me. There was no valid reason for me to be jealous. Of course her workmates would want to celebrate with her. I should be flattered that they were so happy for her to be marrying me. But I wasn't. All I could think of was her being out with her boss. And worse yet, all I could imagine was Grace lying in her bed later tonight, her legs spread wide, crying out in ecstasy as Rex fucked her all night, stretching her to the point of hurting, so she could really feel it. Unlike with me. Could it get worse than that? Yes. It could. As I imagined the erotic scene of my fianc? getting fucked by another man, my cock expanded to the point where I thought it would just about break out of Grace's wedding present. I didn't sleep much that night. I might have dozed some. But I simply could not clear my head of the vision of Grace with Rex. When I got up the next day, I dressed for work and went through the motions of the day. I couldn't concentrate on anything. If I wasn't thinking about what Grace had done the night before, I was worrying about meeting her mom tonight. And worrying about my mom and sister meeting Grace. I knew it was stupid, and that I needed to get myself together, or else I would end up ruining the weekend. Around mid-day I realized that I was going to accomplish nothing at work. So I told Nancy I was leaving early and went home to try to relax, and to pack some things to take to Grace's for my weekend there with our parents. As soon as I got home I changed out of my suit and put on some gym clothes. I then set about packing some appropriate outfits for the weekend. We were going out to a nice restaurant tonight - an Italian restaurant named iRicci near DuPont Circle. It was very upscale. I knew Grace has chosen it to impress our moms. Around 4:30, as I was getting ready to put on the suit I was going to wear to dinner, before picking my mom and sister up from Reagan National, my doorbell rang. When I answered it, there was a UPS delivery driver with a package for me. There was no return address on the package. I wondered who could be sending me something. When I opened it, on top of the tissue paper concealing the contents, there was a note addressed to me. I recognized the handwriting as Grace's. The note read as follows: "Dear Danni, This has been one of the best weeks of my life. I love you so much and am so excited that we are going to be married to each other that I cannot begin to describe how I feel. I've missed seeing you this week, but am looking forward to a truly special weekend entertaining our moms and your sister. I know we each want to make a good impression. I hope this won't be too difficult for you being at my apartment all weekend without things being as they usually are between us. And even though you won't be able to dress up, all of the way, for me, I hope you understand how important it is to me that you wear something soft and feminine, just between us. I hope you'll like what I've chosen for you to wear tonight. Just know this - the entire night I'll be thinking of what you have on underneath, even though the rest of the world will only get to see the surface. I love you baby. Hugs, Grace" What the fuck!? What was she up to? I set the note down and pulled the tissue paper apart. What was revealed there was both terrifying, and stunning, at the same time. I pulled each item out, one at a time. There was nothing about any single piece of the lingerie in the package that was not totally, completely, and utterly feminine. Grace expected me to wear this under my suit. I was scared to death at the prospect, but something inside me told me that I needed to comply with Grace's request. I went into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I washed thoroughly and then, knowing that I'd be wearing stockings, shaved my legs as closely as possible. I then went into my bedroom to get dressed. It took a while to get into the corset with no one to help. I had to adjust the laces at the back before putting it on, and then tug the clips in the front until I could fasten them. I then zipped it up to create a clean seam. I fastened the black, Cuban heel and toe stockings to the eight garter clips that surrounded the bottom of the corset. I then shimmied into the panties that went with the corset. I studied my reflection in my full-length mirror. The satin corset and panties were covered with row upon row of lace. I looked like a fluffy, pink bunny. But not like a Playboy Bunny. No. I looked like an effeminate man dressed like a bunny. Fuck! She'd done it. Somehow Grace had managed to outfit me in such a way that she and I would know the entire evening that her fianc?, underneath his male disguise, looked like a sissy. The final item was a pink slip that fit snugly to my now feminine form. And, as if to add insult to injury, Grace had also purchased a pink dress shirt with French cuffs and gold cufflinks in the shape of hearts. Christ! I chose my navy blue suit to wear, thinking it would look the best with the pink shirt. I found a light blue and red striped tie to set off my outfit. I examined my look now that I was fully dressed. I tried to deny it to myself, but I could see that the corset made me look slimmer. I prayed that no one would be able to notice that my body shape was altered. It was time to go pick up my mom and sister from the airport. I loaded my overnight bag into the trunk of my car and headed off to meet them. I could feel the tug of the stockings on the garter clips. There was going to be no moment in time during this evening that I was not going to be aware of how I was dressed beneath my suit. And that was probably Grace's plan. I pulled up to the Arrival curb for USAirways to wait for my mom and sister. My timing couldn't have been better. Just as I arrived, they came out near the baggage claim. My mom and sister looked great, especially Rhonda. She was wearing a flirty red silk dress with a halter-top tied into a bow. Her breasts were forced up prominently upon her chest. To add to the look, she wore a pair of black high heels - at least four inches high. If I knew her at all, I know she went all out to make sure she looked her best for my fianc?. I loved Grace - and she was beautiful - but in the looks department, my sister could give her a run for her money. My mom looked stunning as well, wearing a cream colored, medium length, A- line skirt with a matching jacket. Even at 62, her figure was trim, and she wore her clothes well. I stepped out of my car to greet them. They each gave me a big hug and told me how happy they were for me. It was great seeing them. I loaded their bags into the trunk and then held the door for each of them to get in. As I slipped in behind the wheel I asked, "How was your flight?" Rhonda answered, "Excellent! I was able to get us first class seats through my connections. Hey! Maybe I could help you and Grace with your honeymoon!" "That would be great sis," I told her. "Grace would probably really appreciate that." While Rhonda and I chatted, I noticed my mom looking at me. "What?!" I asked her. "I don't know Danny," she said. "I just can't believe that my little boy is getting married." I smiled. "Yeah. It's pretty wild." Rhonda chimed in, "You look really handsome in your outfit Dan. I love the pink shirt. It looks good on you. And have you lost weight? You look so trim." Great! My sister liked me in pink also. Plus she could see the effects of the corset Grace had me wearing. "You look great too," I returned the compliment, hoping to redirect her from my physical appearance. "As do you mom. You both look fantastic." "How far is it to Grace's apartment?" my mom asked. "Not far. She lives in Georgetown. Her apartment is quite impressive. It has an excellent view of the Potomac River and the D.C. skyline." "Really?!" mom replied excitedly. "Are you sure we aren't imposing upon your fianc? Danny?" I wondered if Grace would call me Danni tonight, in front of my mom. I never really challenged her on calling me that. Now, with my mom referring to me as Danny, it could be awkward tonight. It was one thing for my mom to call me Danny. It was another thing for my fianc? to do so. I told my mom it was Grace's idea. In fact, she nearly insisted upon it. "She really wants all of us to spend as much time together as possible this weekend." "Well, that was mighty nice of her," Rhonda added. "I'm so excited! I can't wait to meet her." "I can't wait for you to meet her either," I agreed. We chatted about things back in our hometown as I drove along the George Washington Parkway. The District looked beautiful at night. Both my mom and Rhonda were enthralled at the majesty of Washington, D.C. I was lucky and found an open parking spot just outside of Grace's apartment building. A tremor of nervousness swept over me as I anticipated the looming introductions and all that they entailed. The first of such moments awaited just inside of the apartment lobby doors. Walter, the doorman, who I suspected might be on to me, was on duty. "Good evening Walter," I greeted him. "How are you?" "Just fine Mr. Thompson," he replied formally. Wow! I couldn't believe it! He was treating me like a regular tenant. How lucky for me that he did so in front of my mom. "We're here to visit Grace Andrews," I advised. "Of course," he answered. "Ms. Andrews is expecting you. Her mother is already settled in. Let me help with your luggage ladies," he offered. My mom and sister thanked him as, between him and me, we were able to handle everything. Walter rode upstairs with us to Grace's penthouse. When the doors opened, Grace yelled out, "Danni? Is that you sweetie?" My mom and sister each cut a quick glance at me when they heard Grace's greeting. Rhonda mouthed, "Danni?" I shrugged and nodded. My mom was smiling at hearing my fianc? using the same pet name for me that she used. "Yeah babe," I replied, trying to sound casual about her reference to me. Grace ran to greet us by the elevator. God! She looked amazing! She had on a black and pink silk dress. The two colors swirled together like paint that had been swiped across a canvas. The top had a very tight, form- fitting bodice that accentuated her large breasts. Like Rhonda, she also wore very high black heels. She greeted me enthusiastically and affectionately. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me on the mouth and said, "Hi baby! I've missed you so this week. Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. She let her hands run down my back, noticeably rubbing the corset I wore. She then said, "I love your pink shirt! Pink is definitely your color," she winked and smiled wickedly. Her kiss left a light coating of her pink lipstick on my lips. Then, turning to my mom, Grace introduced herself. "Mrs. Thompson? I'm Grace Andrews. It is so nice to finally meet you. Don't you look lovely tonight!" "Hello Grace," my mom smiled in return. "It's my pleasure to meet you as well. So you're the beautiful girl who is going to marry my Danny?" Grace looked at me. "You never told me your mother called you Danni," she said in a mock accusatory tone. "I thought that was my special name?" "Uh, yeah," I answered. "Well, your mom and I agree that you are a Danni then," she quipped cheerfully. She then addressed my sister. "And you must be Rhonda, Danni's Best Man. I love your dress!" Rhonda laughed. "I love yours as well! It is so nice to meet you Grace!" Grace gave Rhonda an obvious once over. Addressing me, she said, "Well Danni, there is no doubt about one thing. You are going to have the prettiest Best Man of all time!" Rhonda blushed, appreciative of the compliment. "Come on," Grace urged us. "I want you to meet my mother. She's on the balcony. Leave the bags for now," she said. "Danni can bring them to your room later." Grace's mother's back was to us as we entered the balcony. Even from behind, you could tell that she was a tall and regal woman. She wore her streaked blonde hair in a bun, with long strands of loose hair falling down onto her long and slender neck. She wore a sheer white, billowy dress. Against the light, you could just barely see the shadow of her undergarments beneath her dress. She turned when she heard us step onto the balcony. I immediately knew where my intended obtained her beauty. I didn't know how old her mother was, but it didn't matter. For any age, Meredith Andrews was a vision. The top of her dress was low cut and open, revealing a pair of very full, large, and voluptuous breasts. They were so big, and on such display, that it was nearly impossible to not stare at them. I only hoped no one noticed me doing so, involuntarily or not. "Mom," Grace spoke. "This is my Danni, and his mom and sister, Claire and Rhonda." Her mother smiled while I struggled to find my voice. "G, go, good evening Ms. Andrews," I stuttered. "It is a pleasure to meet you." Pausing, as she seemed to look inside of my mind, she then reached out her arms to hug me. As she pulled me to toward her, pressing her breasts against my chest, she said, "Danni! I am so happy to finally meet the man who could tame my daughter. I never thought I'd see the day she'd settle on one man." "Mother!" Grace exclaimed. "That is not true and you know it! Stop teasing Danni." "Oh pooh!" her mother replied. "I am only teasing Danni. But I have heard so much about you. It is nice to finally meet you." As I worried what the full import of what she said could mean, Ms. Andrews turned her attention to my mom and sister. They exchanged greetings and expressed how happy they were to be joining our respective families. While the women were going on about how pretty they thought each other was, Grace asked me to fetch drinks for everyone. When she suggested Cosmopolitans, everyone was game. I went to the wet bar and prepared a pitcher of Grace's favorite cocktail. I returned with the pitcher and five glasses. As I walked onto the balcony Grace's mother exclaimed, "Oh my! Isn't this nice Grace! Your Danni is a wonderful servant!" I blushed at her reference. The thought crossed my mind again, 'Grace couldn't have possibly told her mother everything about me.' Surely she would not have done that. Still, it seemed her mother continued to poke at me in a way that made me wonder. Agreeing, Grace said, "He certainly is! And he makes the best Cosmos ever! Thank you baby," she said. "You're welcome," I replied as I began filling the martini glasses with the delicious, but dangerous, beverage. When the glasses were filled and passed around, I proposed a toast, "To our families, our health, and all of the beautiful women in my life." The girls laughed. My mother said, "We can certainly drink to that!" Grace's mother said that I was certainly the flirt. Grace smiled warmly at me, signaling that I was doing well so far. That was a relief. We chatted while we enjoyed our drinks. The evening air was cool, but pleasant. The D.C. skyline of monuments was an impressive sight. Both of our mothers were impressed. It was decided then that Grace and I just had to live in her apartment rather than my house. I had a nice place, but the view here couldn't be replicated, so I couldn't disagree. I told Grace then that I was fine with that and would soon market my house. When we finished, our drinks Grace announced that we needed to get going to make our dinner reservations at iRicci. As she had done on our engagement date, Grace arranged for a limousine to drive us to the restaurant. Our moms were suitably impressed as we drove through Georgetown and over to DuPont Circle where the restaurant was located. iRicci was a very upscale restaurant. On a Friday evening, the place was packed with many of the beautiful people of D.C. out for a night of revelry after a busy week. Congressmen and other movers and shakers were regular patrons at the classic Italian restaurant. Plenty of heads turned as we entered the restaurant. I could tell that several of the men were both envious and curious to see one man with four beautiful women seated in the center of the restaurant. Grace must've pulled some strings to land such a great table. Our waiter approached to greet us and to take our drink orders. Without consulting anyone, Grace ordered Cosmos for everyone, including me. I felt a little funny to have her taking such charge of the evening. But I could tell that Grace was going to continue taking the lead. Our moms were really hitting it off well. They were sharing stories with each other about their children and how we all were growing up. Rhonda and Grace seemed to be getting along famously as well. As the only guy at the table, I found myself a bit on the outside of the conversations. Still, I was happy to see the girls getting along so well. We took our time before ordering dinner, even having a second round of pre- dinner drinks. I was feeling pretty tipsy from my third Cosmo, so I figured the women must be getting pretty looped too. But no one seemed to be letting up. In fact, the volume of conversation and laughter was increasing. As I sat and listened to their conversations, I suddenly felt something hard pressing between my legs. Grace was sitting directly across from me and I caught her eyeing me with her playful little twinkle. She was sliding the pointed toe of her high heel between my thighs. I couldn't feel them directly on my penis because of the hard shell of the acrylic cock-cage, but it was, nonetheless, having its intended effect upon me as I felt myself hardening inside of the cage. I tried to give Grace a look designed to get her to stop. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect. She dropped her toe lower and poked my ball sack, rubbing me under my scrotum. I was now feeling a combination of arousal and pain. Grace amazed me how she could engage in such devilish behavior and still carry on a conversation with my sister. As for me, it took everything I had to not let on what was happening to me. I must have zoned out as I obviously did not hear Mrs. Andrews addressing me. "Danni? Danni?" I suddenly heard my name being called. "Oh, uh, yes ma'am Mrs. Andrews?" I replied. "How does that sound to you?" she asked. I had no idea what she was talking about. Meanwhile, Grace continued her teasing, pressing her spiked heel slowly, but firmly into my ballsack. Now the pain was twofold. Her sharp heel was hurting me. And yet, my penis continued to swell against the hard acrylic confines of the CB-6000S. I didn't know if I could hold out until our wedding night, especially if Grace was going to engage in such non-stop teasing. "Uh, I, I'm sorry Mrs. Andrews. I di, didn't hear your question. I mu, must've been daydreaming," I stuttered. Meredith Andrews laughed. "I know it must be tough to be the only male among all of these girls tonight Danni. What I asked was how you felt about Grace's idea to have the wedding at St. Simon's Island in Georgia? I've heard it is a great place for a destination wedding." "Yeah," I agreed. "I've heard that." Looking across at Grace pleadingly, I continued, "If that's where Grace wants to have the wedding, it's fine with me." Her mother smiled at my response. She then said, "Well, Grace, it sounds like you have your location selected. Now all you need to do is firm up reservations and send out the invitations. I know you want to get married soon, so we'll need to get busy. If you want, I can stick around this week and help you." "That would be great mom!" Grace answered. "I'm sure Mandy would be happy to help us also." Just then our waiter returned to take our dinner orders. In addition to dinner, Grace order two bottles of an Italian Sangiovese wine. There was no chance that any of us were going to return to Grace's sober. At this point in the evening, I was thankful to be a little inebriated. Otherwise, I don't know how I was going to survive what Grace was doing to me under the table. When our dinner arrived, we all dug in to the delicious cuisine. And thankfully, Grace gave my penis a reprieve. Dinner was wonderful. Afterward, we ordered several desserts and shared them with each other. Finally, after several hours enjoying the scene and each other's company at iRicci's, we rose to return to Grace's. It was nearly eleven o'clock by the time we rolled into the limo waiting outside. When we got to Grace's apartment, I picked up my mom's and Rhonda's luggage from the hallway to carry them to Grace's guest-room. As I picked up my mom's bag, Mrs. Andrews spoke. "Claire?" she said, addressing my mother. "You know, there is an extra bed in the guest apartment where I'm staying. If you'd like, you could join me there and leave the young folks to stay here. It would give you and Rhonda more room. What do you think?" "That's a splendid idea Meredith," my mom said. Then, to me, she asked, "Danny, would you be a dear and take my bag down to Meredith's?" "Sure mom," I replied. I was thrilled that she and Grace's mom seemed to like each other. I set her bag down, and carried Rhonda's to her room, and then returned to carry my mom's down to the guest apartment. My mom and Mrs. Andrews said goodnight to everyone and we loaded onto the elevator and went down a few floors to the guest apartment. As we entered, I was impressed at how nicely it was furnished. I suppose all of the apartment dwellers had a vested interest in maintaining a nice place for their guests to stay. There were two bedrooms, each with it's own bathroom and nice views of the Potomac. I could see that Mrs. Andrews was occupying one room already as there were various items of clothing lying on her bed. I took my mom's bag to the other room and set it down for her. When I returned, Mrs. Andrews was opening a bottle of white wine at the wet bar. It seemed that our mothers were not going directly to bed. I went to say goodnight to them. They each gave me a hug goodnight. My mom said as she held me close, "I'm so happy for you Danny. Grace is a wonderful girl, and I can tell you really love her." Mrs. Andrews squeezed me tightly, again squeezing her large breasts against my chest. I felt her hand rubbing my back, and began to worry whether she would be able to feel my corset and slip beneath my jacket. "You are a lovely young man Danni. I have had a splendid evening getting to know you. Thank you for being such a good sport to hang out with all of us girls." I bid them each goodnight and then returned to Grace's to see what she and Rhonda were up to. I found them on Grace's balcony. They had each changed out of their clothes and were wearing nightgowns, sipping on their own glasses of white wine. It was a little strange being around my older sister and my girlfriend, they each wearing nighties and me dressed in my suit. I removed my jacket, poured myself a glass of wine, and sat next to Grace on the love-seat. "Did you get our moms settled in Danni?" Grace asked. I chuckled. "I think our moms like each other. I put mom's bag in her room, and when I came out to say goodnight, they were opening a bottle of wine. I don't think they are going to bed just yet either." Rhonda chimed in. "That's great! Maybe mom has found a new friend. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" "Yeah. It would, actually," I agreed. Grace swung her feet up onto my lap. Unconsciously, I began rubbing first one, and then the other, with my free hand. In an almost imperceptible manner, Grace pressed her heel between my thighs, pushing my cage-trapped penis down and between my legs. "Grace?" my sister asked. "Yes?" Grace responded. "I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but I noticed as I was hanging up my clothes that you have several maid's dresses in your guest room closet. What's the deal with that? Do you dress up and play maid for my brother?" she teased. Grace smiled knowingly at me before she replied. "He's never asked me to. I suppose, if he wanted me to, I might consider it. It might even be fun. But no, those are for my maid. She sometimes stays here, but she isn't this weekend because I'm having company and I wanted the room to be free. But she keeps her clothes in the guest room. They aren't in your way, are they?" "No. No. Not at all. They are very pretty. Does she always dress up when she works?" "Yes, she does. I prefer it that way," Grace added. "What is her name?" Rhonda asked. "I call her Sissy," Grace explained. "Oh! That's sexy!" Rhonda exclaimed. "Will she be working this weekend at all?" I was squirming inside at this point. I continued rubbing Grace's feet, hoping against hope that she would say no. "As a matter of fact, I was planning to call her in the morning to see if she would mind stopping by for a few hours while we shop for my dress. Just to make the beds and do a little laundry for me. But she won't stay, so I'm afraid you won't get to meet her." "Darn!" replied Rhonda. "Is she pretty?" "I think so," Grace answered. "Don't you agree Danni?" I nearly choked as Grace drew me into the conversation. I couldn't believe Grace was going to do this to me while my mom and sister were here. When I didn't immediately reply, Grace nudged me. "Well, do you think Sissy is pretty Danni" "Uh, er, ah, yeah, I sup, suppose so," I grudgingly acknowledged. Rhonda added, "Well, I suppose I'll get to meet her soon enough. I plan to visit D.C. more often once the two of you are married. I love it here." "Well you'll always be welcome at our home. Won't she Danni?" "Absolutely!" I affirmed. Finally, the subject of Sissy was over. I continued massaging Grace's feet as they chatted about wedding plans. Grace was so excited that Rhonda was going to be my Best Man. She said it was almost going to be like having two Maids of Honor. Again, that didn't make me feel better about the situation. After a few glasses of wine, we all decided we better go to bed. The girls were all meeting Mandy in the morning to go shopping with Grace to try to finalize her wedding dress decision. We said goodnight to each other, giving hugs all around. When Grace and I got into our room, she pulled me to her and gave me a big squeeze. "I love you so much Danni," she whispered in my ear. "And your mom and sister are awesome! Didn't you have fun tonight?" I was silent at first. I was still steaming a bit that Grace was planning to make me become Sissy while they shopped. Sensing my irritation, Grace asked, "What's the matter baby?" "I just don't know why you said what you said about Sissy," I whined. "What?" she asked innocently. "That I think she is pretty? She is pretty!" "No!" I snapped. "Not that! That she is going to clean up while you shop! You really expect me to do that while my mom and sister are here?" "Oh come on Danni! They won't even be here. And besides, it's got me all hot and horny just thinking about it. And I'll be hot all day tomorrow thinking of you dressed up for me." I was defeated already. And she knew it. "Come on," she cooed as she began undoing my tie. "Let's get you dressed for bed. I want to play for a while." Grace pulled my tie off of me and then unbuckled my belt. She kneeled down, untied my shoes, and took them off, rubbing my stockings momentarily before standing back up. She then unfastened my trousers and let them drop to the floor. I was now standing before Grace with my slip hanging below my pink shirt, and wearing stockings, held up by garter straps connected to a corset. She then slowly and delicately unbuttoned my shirt. She slipped it off of my shoulders, leaving me standing before her in my pink slip, below which I wore the ruffled corset she'd sent me today to wear the entire evening while we met each other's mothers. Grace smiled at me, looking lovingly into my eyes. "I've been waiting all night to see you wearing this baby. I can't wait." She lifted the pink slip by the lace edging and pulled it over my head. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! So scrumptious," she leered. "You have no idea how wet I am thinking about you looking so hot tonight. At least, not yet anyway." I smiled uncomfortably, apprehensively. My penis swelled involuntarily within its prison. "Come over here," Grace beckoned me toward her dressing table. She picked up her tube of mascara and applied some to my eyelashes. She then darkened my brow. Next, she applied some rose-colored blush to my cheeks. Finally, she opened a tube of bright red, very wet lipstick and stroked several coats upon my lips. She turned me to face the mirror. "Much better," she said satisfactorily. "Don't you think?" I studied my face. Wearing the ruffled corset, seeing my face made up as it was, but wearing no wig, I observed my image as I felt least comfortable with it. Not quite woman, but definitely not a man. Grace reached between my legs, inside of my panties, and wrapped her slender fingers around my chastity cage. She pulled me toward the bed. When we got there, she laid back and let her thighs fall open. She wore only a light blue baby-doll and matching panties. Smiling upward at me, she said, "You know what I need, don't you Danni?" I did. Or, at least I thought I did. I crawled onto the bed between her spread legs. I bent over to kiss her panty-covered pussy. "Take your time baby," Grace instructed. "We have all night." She then lifted the hem of her baby-doll up to her neck, revealing her large, firm breasts, her nipples erect and alive. I took the hint. I slid over top of her tummy and kissed her nipples, alternating between each one. I licked her titties with my tongue. Gently. Softly. Wet licks. Then, I nibbled on them. Softly squeezing each one between my teeth. "Oh God! Yes baby! Yes! Do that," she urged me onward. Encouraged by her words of appreciation, I sucked one of her breasts deep within my mouth. "Danni!" she groaned loudly - so loudly I worried that Rhonda might hear her. "I love when you suck on me like that. Such soft lips!" I switched and did the same thing to her other breast. Again, Grace groaned loudly. The next thing I knew, Grace was pushing upon the top of my head, forcing me downward. "Suck my pussy honey. Suck it. I need to cum in your mouth. Make me cum Danni!" I scooted down between her legs, kneeling between her thighs, my lace- covered, pantied, bottom sticking up in the air. My mouth found her wet snatch. She was soaking wet with arousal. I snaked my tongue inside of her vagina. I was aroused beyond belief, but I was going to receive no satisfaction tonight. Or any other night any time soon. Grace was showing no signs of releasing me from the gift she bought for me to ensure an amazing wedding night. I made up my mind then to do everything in my power to please her in any way that I could, until the night we could properly consummate our union. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked her lush, juicy cunt lips into my mouth. Grace screeched involuntarily at my technique. "Danni!" she cried out loud. Just then I felt a release of fluid from within her pussy. A flood of bitter tasting jizz filled my mouth. She began bucking against my mouth. "Uh, uh, uh, uh uh," she moaned. "I'm cumming again baby. I'm going to cum again!" she said as another jet of her girl cum released and coated my face. "I need a cock Danni!" she cried out. 'Was she going to release me?!' I thought hopefully. My penis reacted positively to the possibility of being given the opportunity to fuck Grace after all. "Open the drawer Danni," she said. "Wh, what?" I asked, confused at what she meant. "Open the drawer by the bed," she said. I reached over to the bedside table and pulled the top drawer open. Lying there was not what I was hoping to see. No. My eyes fell upon a very large, very thick, double ended cock-shaped dildo, complete with a thick, mushroom shaped head on each end, and large veins up and down the phallus. "Put it in me!" she urged me excitedly. "Put the cock inside of my pussy Danni. Please?" she begged. "I need to feel a cock inside of me." Disappointed that it wasn't my cock that she wanted, I picked up the thick, heavy rubber extension and slipped one end inside of her pussy. I slid it most of the way inside. The overall length was at least sixteen inches, and I bet she took ten to eleven inches before it bottomed out inside of her. "Oh yes!" she sighed. "Oh yes! That feels good. So good to be filled with a big cock." I couldn't believe she could take so much of it. At my hardest, I wasn't even a fraction of the size of this fake protrusion. I slid the cock in and out of Grace's well-lubricated love nest. Then, she sat up upon her elbows and looked at me. "On your back Danni," she directed me. "Now. Get on your back." I let go of the cock and obeyed her command. I lay on my back. Grace then crawled up my corseted chest. I didn't want her to do what I feared she was going to do. My sister was in the next room. What would Rhonda think if she could see what I was about to do? It didn't matter what I feared. Grace was having her way with me. The other end of the thick cock was dangling menacingly from Grace's cunt. I opened my mouth and let her stick it in. "That's right lover," she encouraged me. "Suck my cock! Suck it like my little sissy girl." Grace forced the remainder of the dick inside of my mouth. She began face fucking me, one end being driven deeper inside of her, the other penetrating my throat. Grace began pounding me mercilessly, groaning her satisfaction as she fucked my mouth. She must have had another orgasm as the cock suddenly was covered with her juice and I was sucking it clean for all I was worth. My own penis was pounding from unrequited arousal. Finally, after her last orgasm, Grace seemed satisfied. She let the cock slip from between my lips. She reached between her thighs and withdrew the dick from her pussy. She held it to my mouth, touching it to my lips. "Clean it baby," she whispered. I opened my mouth and let her slide the end that had been inside of her pussy, into my mouth. I sucked her juices off of it. She withdrew it and let me lick the rest of it clean as well. When I was finished, Grace returned it to her nightstand drawer. She snuggled up behind me and hugged me close to her, pressing her breasts into my back. Her hand dropped over my waist and cupped my restricted penis in her hand, a reminder to me that I had not had an orgasm. "I love you so much Danni," she whispered softly into my ear. "You make me feel so amazing!" Then, she released my cock cage and brought her hand to my mouth. She rubbed her fingers over my lips, and I felt a thick, gooey substance coating them. "Taste that baby?" she asked. I nodded. "It's your cum," she explained. "You came tonight without being released. God! That is so hot!" She slid her fingers into my mouth and I sucked them clean. Grace held me close to her bosom until we fell asleep.