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Chapter Twenty - The Wedding Gets Planned When I awoke in the morning I could feel the heavy rubber cock still hanging between my thighs. I had to admit, the weight of it hanging down, dangling over my own, trapped penis, felt, well, somehow, powerful. Grace was sleeping peacefully next to me. I reached over her belly and let my hand settle upon her soft, hairy, pussy. My fingers danced through her soft, auburn bush. She stirred slightly, but did not wake. Soon, my touch caused the reaction I was after - she became moist. I slid a finger inside of her, softly nudging her clit. Grace mewed in her slumber. Her juices began flowing freely. I inserted two more fingers and massaged her slick vaginal wall. "Oh yes!" she sighed, but still seemed to be asleep. I nuzzled the head of my faux cock against her gnash. Grace subtlety pushed back, silently inviting me to enter her. Emboldened, I pressed onward. The fat dong slid easily inside of my fianc?. As it did, Grace came alive, rotating her cunt onto the dick, relishing the morning invasion. Grace had no trouble receiving the monster dildo. My reaction was mixed. Although I felt good that I was bringing Grace such tremendous pleasure, the other obvious point wedged it's ugly face into my consciousness - namely, it was no wonder that, by comparison, my tiny member, didn't quite measure up to Grace's standards. The same thought also made me realize how fortunate I was, my, uh, shortcomings notwithstanding, that Grace was willing to forsake all others and commit to me for life. I think it was in that moment that I decided that, if it was necessary to keep Grace satisfied, I would acquiesce to her occasional need for something a little extra. I began sliding the dildo in and out of her well-lubricated vagina. As I increased speed, Grace became fully awake. "Get behind me baby," she directed me. She wanted me to do her doggy style - as Rex had done my sister the night before. She didn't say so, but I believed that she was imagining that Rex was the one fucking her right now. As for me, my own restrained penis was throbbing mercilessly against the plastic sheath. If only we had the key, I just knew that I could give Grace what she desired - what she needed - what she craved. Instead, I relegated my needs to the back burner, and began fucking Grace the way I could sense that she wanted. I pounded in and out of her. Grace was panting and grunting. I doubted I'd ever be able to draw such a reaction from her without an aid such as the strap-on I was wearing. I fucked her for at least twenty minutes before she let herself go and came in a shuddering orgasm and collapsed onto her stomach on the bed. I fell onto her back, the dildo slipping free. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "I could get used to waking up to that Danni," she sighed. "You were amazing!" she complimented me. "Thanks," I replied. The problem though, for me, was that it wasn't really me being amazing. "I guess we should get up," she said next. "Fix breakfast for everyone." "Everyone?" I asked apprehensively. "Do you think Re, Rex will still be here? Stay for breakfast?" I didn't know if I could face him. Especially with both Rhonda and Grace there. My sister and my fianc?. Both women had experienced the joy of Rex's cock. And me knowing all the while I could never measure up. I was stupid to even think I could. Grace shrugged. "I don't know if he's still here," she replied. "He probably won't stay though," she added. "Rex has never been one to hang around in the morning," she informed from experience. 'Great!' I thought. Rub it in my face Grace. "Danni?" she began as if reading my mind. "Don't worry about him. I love you. I want to be your wife. Stop comparing yourself to him. There is no comparison. I promise." Her last statement was the stinger. She could have stopped at "I love you." I'd've preferred that. In any event, I needed to prepare myself. Nothing she said was going to make me feel comfortable around him. It was almost as though he sensed that I was wearing panties whenever he was around me. I was okay with Grace's desire that I wear lingerie. I just wanted it to remain our secret. And, of course, Mandy's. I felt I could trust her at this point. "Okay," I grudgingly conceded. Grace went to the bathroom to take a shower. I went to her closet to remove my lingerie. Grace was getting out of the shower as I was getting in. I was hoping we'd shower together. No such luck. The hot water did its usual magic. My muscles relaxed and my mind wasn't far behind. Using the steamy shower as a refuge, I delayed the inevitable - facing Rex after what happened last night. I hoped against hope that he had already left. Overall, the meet the parents weekend had gone fairly well. Of course, I was a bit surprised that my mom and Grace's mom seemed to have developed a thing for each other. Oddly though, it didn't bother me. I was happy if my mom was happy. She'd been alone for a long time. Then there was Rhonda. Not that I was shocked or anything that she had sex. After all, Rhonda was a beautiful woman who'd also been alone for a while. I was happy for her too. But I didn't know how I felt about her and Rex. It was a bit uncomfortable last night hearing her cry out into the night. Actually picturing her on her knees, Rex behind her, pounding her doggy style, was a vision I could live without. "Danni?" Grace called into the bathroom. "Yes?" I answered. "I'm going to start breakfast. I left you some clothes to wear. Okay?" 'Clothes to wear?' Fuck! "Okay," I replied. I turned off the water and stepped out. After drying off, I entered the bedroom, hoping that Grace hadn't left me anything crazy to wear. What I found made me pause for just a minute. Lying on the bed was a pair of black control-top pantyhose, a white lace camisole with spaghetti straps, a pair of white athletic socks, a pair of jeans, my tennis shoes, and one of my starched Oxford cloth dress shirts. No panties. That she left me white socks to wear over the pantyhose made me thankful for small favors. I sat on the edge of Grace's bed and scrunched up the legs of the pantyhose and then slipped my feet inside. Being careful not to tear the nylon, I pulled them up my legs. I then pulled the panty portion over my penis and butt. This was the first time I'd ever worn pantyhose. The secure feeling was kind of nice. Next I put on the white socks. I was standing with my back to the door, getting ready to put the lace camisole on, when Grace suddenly entered the room, startling me in the process. "Oh! Hey!" she said. "Turn around," she directed me. "Let me see." I was embarrassed to be caught in this stage of undress, but I turned nonetheless. I found myself involuntarily covering my privates with my hands. Grace smiled at me. "Uh, Danni," she began. "There's no need for modesty honey. Let me see," she said. I let my hands drop to my side. Grace gave me an apprising look. "I think you need to tuck Danni," she said offhandedly. I knew what she meant. But I said, "Wh, what?" "They're control-top for a reason Danni. To help shape you. Your jeans will fit better. But you need to tuck your thingee," she explained. I stood there dumbly. I was going to do what she said. But after she left the room. She didn't look like she was leaving though. She stood watching me expectantly. I pulled the front open and pushed down on the chastity cage, pressing it between my thighs, then pulled the panty top up securely to my crotch. My front profile now appeared decidedly feminine. "Much better," she said. "Hurry now. Breakfast is almost ready." Grace returned to the kitchen. I'd meant to ask her if Rex was gone. But I was so flustered by her intrusion on me that I forgot. I pulled the camisole over my head and let it fall softly over my chest. I then stepped into the jeans and knew almost immediately that they were going to be a snug fit. As I drew them to my waist, I realized they were a low-rise style, cut short at the waist. The crotch pulled snugly to my butt crack, further tightening the constriction upon my tucked penis. I could barely get the snap closed. There was no way I'd get my shirt tucked in. Not that I'd want to. I decided I would prefer to leave it hanging out, thus obscuring the tightness of my jeans. I studied my appearance in Grace's full-length mirror. The snug-fitting jeans ensured that I was ever aware that my caged cock was tucked securely between my thighs, regardless of what anyone else could tell. But I was marginally satisfied that the tail of my dress shirt broke the line enough that a casual observer might not realize that I was wearing what I knew full well were women's jeans. In front of my sister, mother and Grace's mother. And maybe Rex. I'd find out in moments. Summoning up my courage, if you could call anything about what I did lately courageous, I opened the door of Grace's bedroom and stepped into view. Much to my chagrin, gathered on the balcony was everyone, including Rex. My sister was standing behind him as he sat, rubbing his shoulders, clearly smitten with him. After last night, I wasn't surprised. When I entered the balcony, everyone greeted me and I returned their greeting. My mother, of all people, complimented me on my jeans, telling me what a nice fit they were. I resisted blushing with embarrassment, but doubt I succeeded. Rex, for his part, smiled wryly, but said nothing about them. Grace poured, and then handed me, a cup of coffee. As she handed it to me, she placed one hand on my ass, grabbing it possessively. She kissed me and said, "Good morning baby. You do look nice today." "Uh, thanks," I reluctantly acknowledged her compliment. At the same time, I noticed that Grace was wearing the necklace with the key to my chastity cage. When, and where, had she found it? I noticed that my mother and Mrs. Andrews were standing closely, and wondered if it was what it appeared to be, or whether I was simply seeing it a certain way now that I suspected that something was going on between them. My mom and Rhonda were due to fly out of Reagan in about seven hours. I asked whether either of them wanted to do anything before they left. Or, did they want to simply relax for a while? My mom cleared her throat, "Ugh, hgh," she began. "I, uh, I changed my flight this morning Danny." Rhonda and I both looked stunned at this news. "Why mother?" Rhonda asked. "Yeah," I chimed in. "Wellll," she told us. "Meredith and I have decided to stay a few extra days. Maybe do some sightseeing. And shopping. Maybe even a show at The Kennedy Center." She seemed a bit embarrassed as she explained her intentions. I was initially thrown by this news. But, she was an adult, so who was I to say anything? "Well," I said. "You're certainly welcome to stay at my house mom," I told her. Mrs. Andrews interrupted. "That's not necessary Danni," she advised. "Grace has managed to secure the apartment here for the rest of the week. We'll stay there." I was beyond words. "Okay then," I replied. "That settles that. That's great news. We'll have to go to dinner one night," I added. "That sounds splendid," my mom replied. Turning to Rhonda, I said, "Well, it looks like it's just you and me Sis. Anything you want to do before your flight?" Rhonda looked at me ruefully. "Ah, well, uh actually...Rex is giving me a ride to the airport Dan." She was obviously uncomfortable, as well, telling me this. Grace even seemed a little thrown by Rhonda's announcement. I was speechless. The thought running through my head was that I did not want my sister to be hurt. I hadn't seen her this infatuated with anyone since she was dating her ex, Tom. If Grace was surprised by Rhonda's announcement, she recovered seamlessly. "I guess it's just you and me today babe. Maybe we can work out our guest list for the wedding. We don't have a lot of time to get the invitations out if we're going to be married in a month." Relieved to be saved from further comment regarding Rhonda and Rex, I told Grace that sounded like a good idea. After everyone finished breakfast, our mothers excused themselves to return to the guest apartment. Shortly after they left, Rhonda went to her room to pack her things. When she returned, Rex grabbed her suitcase, they said their goodbyes, and then headed out. I assumed they were going to Rex's until her flight departed. I wondered if this was going to just be a fling, or whether there was more to it. I didn't begrudge my sister a little joy. But I didn't want her hurt either. After she and Rex left, I shared my concerns about Rhonda with Grace. I was a little uncomfortable discussing it with Grace. Implicit in confiding my worry about my sister and Rex was that Grace would have first-hand knowledge about how Rex might treat a woman. "I just don't want to see my sister hurt," I explained. "She seems completely smitten by Rex." Grace smiled and assured me. "Don't worry baby. I talked to Rhonda about Rex this morning. She understands who she is dealing with." "She does?" I asked, my voice revealing my confusion. "Wh, who is she dealing with?" Grace cleared her throat. "How do I put this?" she mused. "I simply told her that Rex wasn't the kind of man to settle with one woman, so she shouldn't get too attached. Your sister seemed to already get it. She told me she was just having a little fun. So you don't need to worry about her." It was a little unsettling to hear this about my sister. Rather than direct my inquiry to her stated lack of concern, I asked, "Wh, what do you mean, Rex isn't a one woman man?" Grace laughed at my inquisitiveness. "Danni! You certainly are mighty interested in Rex's sexual exploits. I promise you. He is no concern of yours. He simply likes to have a stable of girls at his disposal. So no one girl can get too attached," she explained. "St, stable?" "Ha! Yeah! He refers to us as his brood mares. Sweet - huh?" She'd said, 'us.' Did that mean she was still...? I wanted to ask, but feared the answer. I couldn't picture - or, at least - didn't want to picture him with my sister and my fianc?. I decided to let it drop. As long as Rhonda knew what she was doing, I decided not to worry about it. Grace then moved close to me and pulled me into her arms. She grasped my butt outside of my tight jeans. Nibbling on my ear she whispered, "What do you say we get comfortable and begin working on our guest list? I'd like to get the invitations out this week." "Uh, okay," I agreed. I suspected that I knew what she meant by 'get comfortable.' She pulled me behind her into her bedroom and entered her closet, telling me to take off my jeans and shirt. Obediently, I did as she told me to do. Within a minute, she returned. Grace was wearing a sheer red baby- doll, completely nude otherwise. I noticed she was still wearing the key around her neck. She handed me a similar style baby-doll, except that the one she gave me was pink. She told me to leave my pantyhose on, but to remove the camisole. As I took the lingerie from her I asked, "Where did you find the key?" She laughed. "You won't believe it. It was on the floor of my closet. You must have missed it last night. Too bad, huh?" "Yeah," I answered pissed that I'd missed it. "It is." "Turned out pretty good though. Don't you think?" For her maybe. I would have liked the opportunity to show her I could satisfy her. "I suppose," I replied. Grace then climbed onto the bed and sat up against a stack of pillows with a pad and pen on her lap. She patted next to her, beckoning me to sit next to her. I settled in close to her and we snuggled. Grace softly scraped her fingernails along my pantyhose covered thighs, causing my penis to swell painfully within its cage. "That feels nice Danni," she cooed. "Do you like the way they feel?" I hated to admit that I did like the way the pantyhose felt. There was something secure and comforting about them. "Do you?" she prodded, when I did not immediately reply. "Uh, I, uh, gu, guess so," I stammered embarrassedly. "Hmmmm," she sighed as she stroked me between my thighs, brushing her hand against my balls as she did. "I'm glad you do," she responded, taking my answer as an affirmative reply. Moving on, Grace got down to the business of making out a guest list for our wedding. Her list consisted of all of her close girlfriends, as well as several of her more distant girlfriends from college. She also included her workmates. My list consisted of my mom and sister, a few cousins, and some people from my office. Once again, I found that I didn't have as many people who I was close to, outside of work. My entire life mostly revolved around Grace by this point. In the end, our list consisted of eighty people, more or less, depending upon whether some singles brought dates. Satisfied that our list was complete, Grace began making phone calls to St. Simon's Isle, the resort in Georgia where we were going to be married, reserving a block of rooms, and scheduling an appointment for her and her mom to visit to arrange details for the reception. While she was talking, Grace had me massage her feet, so that I was positioned in a subservient position beneath her as she organized our wedding day. By the time she was done, she'd organized a trip to Georgia for later in the week to get the details worked out. On top of that, both of our mothers were going to go with her. I was not going to accompany them, and honestly, felt relieved that I wasn't. I was feeling trepidation about the entire affair. I wanted to marry Grace, but was beginning to think that a simple elopement style wedding might be the way to go. We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling in bed. Much of that time I spent attending to various parts of Grace's body. None of the time was spent paying attention to any of my needs or desires. And yet, strangely, I felt completely content with the arrangement. Over the arc of our relationship, serving Grace had become second nature to me. And, inexplicably, very satisfying. Today, after the craziness of the weekend, it felt especially nice to simply be - with Grace. No one else around. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. I suspected that the next few weeks would be busy and stressful. But I had our honeymoon and the rest of our lives - just me and Grace - to look forward to. I knew that I could make it. I was going to do my best to ready myself - to accept my chastity gracefully - so that I could make Grace's wedding night the best ever. As evening settled in, we went to the kitchen together and fixed dinner, each wearing our baby-dolls. Unlike on other occasions, I wasn't even uncomfortable that I was not completely femmed out. I looked much more, well, sissified. A man wearing women's clothing - no pretense of looking like a woman. In a way, it felt simpler - easier - to only wear the soft and frilly women's finery without concealing my maleness beneath a feminine facade. We relaxed on the balcony, the cool breeze flickering our nylon coverings, creating sensual sensations. We sipped wine throughout the evening. Grace talked about the wedding and how excited she was to be marrying me. Obviously, hearing her say that warmed me through and through. She still was uncertain which of the two wedding dresses she'd purchased that she would wear at our wedding. She told me that she wished I could see them, so that I could tell her which one I liked best. But I reminded her that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride's gown before the wedding, so she'd have to decide without my input. She finally decided that she would let Mandy decide. I told her that sounded like a good way to resolve the question. Of course, I added, if she was letting Mandy choose, I would bet that she'd pick whichever one was the sexiest one. Grace laughed and said that was probably correct. We chatted on into the night until we were each tired and ready for bed. It had been, in my estimation, one of the most pleasant days we'd ever spent together. I imagined what it would be like to spend the rest of my life spending days, just like this one, with Grace. I suspected that I would always be expected to wear soft, feminine attire. That much, I had come to accept. And, although I always felt less comfortable when I saw my feminine image and I was not completely made over, it sure was simpler when I didn't have to go to all of the trouble of makeup and hairstyling. Grace didn't seem to care that I wasn't totally girly today, so maybe that would be what we'd settle into once we were married. The next day at work several of my colleagues stopped by to tell me how much they'd enjoyed the engagement party that Mandy had thrown the previous weekend. My assistant, Nancy, was very excited about being included. She told me how honored she felt to be included. I assured her that she was special to me and that I wouldn't dream of leaving her out. That night Grace and I took our mothers out to dinner at The Palm in Dupont Circle. It is a very trendy steak restaurant where many of Washington's movers and shakers went after work. Our moms had clearly hit it off in a big way. They laughed and talked like two old girlfriends who'd known each other their entire lives. I marveled at how women managed to create such easy and fast relationships with each other. We ordered wine and were having a great time. From where I was sitting, I had a good view of the front entrance and the bar. As I sat there, mostly listening to the three women go on and on about the wedding plans and their trip to St. Simon's Island later in the week, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a couple enter the restaurant. I immediately recognized Grace's boss, Rex. On his arm was a beautiful, young blonde, who was wearing a short mini-dress and spiked heels. She was clearly enthralled to be in his company. I must have shown some sort of visual reaction as Grace asked me if something was wrong. She knew me too well. I lied though, and told her no, that everything was fine. She gave me a disbelieving look, but didn't press the issue. Nonetheless, I kept an eye on Rex and his latest conquest as they sat at the bar and had cocktails. I was praying that he would not see us and come by to say hello. I didn't want my mother to see him with another woman, possibly upsetting her that her daughter might be hurt. Plus, he was way too familiar with Grace's mother. And then, of course, there was the way he looked at me - almost as though he knew - knew about me and Grace. I always felt small and less masculine whenever he was around. Although I was careful to not let her see me, I noticed Grace cutting glances at me. She knew something was up. Thankfully, she didn't press the issue. The dinner went on and we had a nice time. After a while, the hostess approached Rex and Blondie and escorted them to a table in another section of the restaurant. I breathed a sigh of relief. When we returned to Grace's apartment, she said to me, "Danni, why don't you go make yourself pretty for me while I pour us some wine? I'll meet you on the balcony." As if it was second nature for me, I wordlessly obeyed her request - one that really sounded like a command to me. I went to her bedroom to make myself "pretty" for Grace. I hung my suit up and removed the lingerie she'd had me wearing under my suit. I scanned her nightgowns and settled on a short, pink gown with cap sleeves. I found a pair of black panties with white lace sewn across the bottom and a black bra. Once I put them on, I filled the bra cups with my DD forms. After slipping the gown on, I went to Grace's vanity and applied some light makeup - eyeliner, eye shadow, rouge, and lipstick. I selected the auburn wig and fluffed it, giving me a sensual appearance. Finally, I picked out a pair of pink mule slippers and then went to the balcony to join Grace. She was sitting on the sofa, sipping her wine and talking to someone on the phone. She smiled warmly at me and made the slightest of motion with her head. Recognizing her intentions, I kneeled at her feet, assuming a subservient position. Without the slightest break in her conversation, Grace flicked her right foot in my direction, again, wordlessly directing me to do her bidding. I removed the heel and held her nylon-covered foot in my hands, softly caressing her as I prepared to massage her feet. "Yes," she said to the phone. "She's here now." Referring to me? "You should see her. Such a pretty girl," she said as she smiled at me. Seeing my concern on my face, she mouthed to me, "Mandy," to reassure me that she wasn't sharing our secret with anyone else. I felt relief in one sense, but also uncomfortable that she so easily discussed me in the feminine person. Still, I continued my task. Grace and Mandy were discussing the wedding. Grace told Mandy that I'd suggested that she decide which wedding dress would be the best one. When she told her that I could hear Mandy squeal with excitement to be given such an honor. They also discussed having to pick out dresses for her and my sister to wear in the wedding. Mandy must have suggested that she also get to select those as well. Grace seemed okay with that. It was one more detail she wouldn't have to worry about. After a while, Grace had me switch feet, so I went to work on her left foot. It always amazed me how girls could talk so long on the phone. It seemed there was no subject that they couldn't spend hours discussing. After a little while, Grace pulled her left foot out of my hands and let her legs fall open, inviting me to provide another form of service to her. She watched me as I continued to obey her wordless commands. I began with soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. I could feel her relaxing, letting herself fall under the spell of my magic tongue. As I worked my way higher, I could smell her feminine scent. Her aroma was powerful and rich, filling my nostrils with the fragrance of her flower. I kissed her outside of the wet gusset of her lace panties. As I licked her along her crotch, she pressed against me, silently encouraging me. After a few minutes of teasing her, I reached to the waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs. She lifted her butt just enough to assist me. Once her panties were removed, I leaned in closer and kissed her wet pussy. Grace gave an audible groan and sigh. "Uh huh," she moaned as she affirmed to Mandy what was happening. "She is the best. I am a lucky girl," she agreed with whatever Mandy had said on her end of the conversation. I couldn't believe that Grace was sharing with Mandy the fact that I was kneeling between her thighs, eating her pussy, while she made wedding plans. But I didn't stop what I was doing. I was completely caught up in the act. I loved pleasuring Grace in this way. The thought that ran on an endless loop inside of my head was our wedding night - the night I would be released from my chastity cage and would make love to my wife like a man - the night I would finally do it for her better than I ever had before. I licked and kissed and sucked, causing Grace to squirm on the couch. I could tell that she was beginning to have trouble carrying on her conversation with Mandy, despite her best effort. I took quiet pleasure knowing that I was tormenting her. I began teasing her, keeping her just on the edge. Every time I could sense she was about to let go, I would ease back just a bit. Our eyes met and I could see that she was on to me. Holding the phone in one hand, she placed her free hand behind my head and pulled me firmly against her furry muff. She was through letting me play around. I went to work on her in earnest. She was fucking her pussy against my face. I could tell she was near to having an orgasm. "Yes!" she cried out, still on the phone with Mandy, but clearly talking to me. I couldn't believe she was letting Mandy in on our lovemaking. "Oh yes! Yes Sissy!" she exclaimed. Fuck! Why was doing this to me? I was between her thighs, dressed as a pretty girl, being called Sissy while she was on the phone with her best girlfriend. The next time I saw Mandy I was going to be so embarrassed, even if she did know our secret. This was humiliating. But I couldn't have escaped, even if I'd wanted to. Grace maintained firm control of me by the back of my head. I was completely conflicted. I was feeling humiliated to be used in this manner while Grace shared my submission to her with Mandy. On the other hand, I loved being in this position between Grace's legs. I dove into the effort, sucking her and driving my tongue deeper and deeper within her cunt, her juices flowing freely. I wanted to finish the job. Within a few minutes I'd seized control. Grace was no longer able to have a conversation with Mandy. I had a passing thought of what Mandy must be thinking on the other end of the call as Grace let loose. "Oh fuck! Sissy! Yes! Such a good girl! Such a good girl! Eat me Sissy! Yes! Eat me!" she nearly screamed, the phone still in her hand. "I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum in your mouth baby! Get ready. I'm gonna squirt Sissy! Oh God! Oh God! Oh! My! God! Here it comes," she warned me right before the floodgates opened. Grace's pussy opened up and a torrent of her girl cum began pouring out of her. I did my best to swallow as much as I could. But much of her release dripped down my chin. As she shuddered with pleasure from the orgasm I'd just brought her to, she released her death grip from the back of my head. I licked her gently, helping her come down from the high she'd just experienced. Grace was breathing heavily, as though she'd just run a race. Who knew what Mandy was doing on the other end of the phone. "Yeah. I need to go too. Fuck Mandy! That was amazing! Good night sweetie," she said as she clicked off the call. Grace then looked down at me, smiling adoringly. "My, my, my," she sighed. "I love you so much Danni," she told me, warming my heart, making me forget the humiliation I'd just felt to be used that way while she talked to her friend on the phone. I glowed at her expression of love. "I love you too," I told her. "I know," she said. I remained on my knees between her thighs. My position of subservience feeling natural. Danni?" she asked. "Yes?" "Who did you see in the restaurant tonight?" Not, 'What did you see? Who?' How could she know me so well? It was disorienting to realize that I couldn't fool her, no matter how I tried. I hesitated. I really didn't want to get into this. What we'd just done was so amazing. I didn't want to begin talking about Rex and his stable of "broodmares." But I knew that Grace wasn't going to let me off that easily. "Danni?" she prodded. No other words were necessary. "Rex," I said. "Really?" she replied. "Why didn't you invite him over to speak?" "H, he wa, wasn't alone," I explained. "And he, di, didn't see us," I added. "Who was he with?" she asked. "I don't know," I answered. Grace smiled at me. "What did she look like?" she asked, revealing that, even without knowing more, she knew he'd be with a woman. Squirming under her interrogation, I told her, "Blonde. Young," as if that limited amount of information would satisfy her and end this discussion. "Pretty?" I nodded. "Yes." "Sexy?" I swallowed. "Uh huh," I admitted. "Hmmm," she considered the additional information. "I think I know who it was." "You do?" I asked, amazed that she could be so intuitive. "Who?" "We had the daughter of one our biggest clients from Midland, Texas in today. She is getting involved in her daddy's oil business. Rex was going to take her out to dinner. I wonder if he's closed the deal with her yet?" she teased. "Huh?" I asked, confused as to her meaning. "Oh, nothing," she said off-handedly. "I imagine he's showing her a nice time tonight though. They'll be a client for as long as Rex wants along about now I'd guess." Grace was clearly implying that Rex was using sex to cement the business relationship with the client. "Grace?" I asked, not sure I really wanted to go where I was about to go. "Yes Danni?" "Is Rex, I mean, is he, ah, really that special?" I asked. "Special?" she inquired. "Special how Danni?" she pressed me to be clearer. "I, ah, I mean, do women really, ah, crap Grace, you know what I mean? My sister. The blonde tonight. You say there are others. Y, you. What does he do to you?" Grace smiled, seeming to enjoy my discomfort, but intrigued at my curiosity as well. As if imagining what he does to her, Grace sighed, and then explained, "Everybody has something they are best at Danni. Not every man can do what men like Rex can do. I mean, look at you," she said, as she referenced what I'd just done for her tonight. "Not every man could do what you do," she continued, as if emphasizing my sissiness would make me feel better about myself. "Some men, like Rex, just have a way of reaching places in women that other men cannot. But believe me Danni, there is so much more to a relationship than what Rex can do." I wished I had not asked the question. Basically, Grace was telling me that I was never going to be able to "reach" her in the places Rex could. But, I could lick her pussy better than he could. I should have let it drop. But I had to know the answer to the question now banging around my brain. "Do, y, you, ev, ever miss wh, what he does?" Grace eyed me closely. I could tell she loved me. I knew she did. I wondered what else was running through her mind. "No Danni," she finally answered. "No." The relief I felt was intense. I was really asking her if they were through. It was an incredible feeling to hear that she could give up whatever he could do that made women flock to him for me. That realization made me feel so much better. Grace stood and took my hand, pulling me from the balcony deck. "Come on baby," she said. "Let's go to bed." She led me by the hand to her room and told me to get in bed while she changed her clothes. I was curled up under the covers when Grace crawled in behind me. As she settled in behind me I felt it. Grace was wearing her strap-on. I knew that she intended to have me tonight. There was no point in resisting her. "Take off your panties Danni," she whispered in my ear. I reached down and slipped them off. Grace positioned the large cock against my rosebud and pressed forward. I relaxed and let my legs open, allowing her access to my opening. She slowly and gently slid inside of me. I'd reached the point where accepting the cock was more comfortable. I even liked the fullness I felt when Grace fucked me. I wondered if this was what she meant by Rex reaches places other men can't. Grace reached around me and grabbed one of my boobs. "Does that feel good baby?" she asked. I sighed and said it did. "You like being fucked?" I hesitated. I did like being fucked. Saying it out loud was a different thing. She stopped moving. "Do you Danni?" "Yes," I admitted. "It feels good. Doesn't it?" she asked. She pushed further inside of me, causing an involuntary grunt from me. "Ugh!" "I know what you are feeling baby," she whispered. "A big, fat cock filling your pussy is an incredible feeling." I didn't know how to respond to her. Was she talking about Rex? I believed she had to be. "I love fucking you Danni," she moaned as she began sliding in and out of me. My penis was throbbing as it fought against its confinement. "I love filling you with my cock. Big cocks feel so good," she shared her understanding of what I was experiencing." She continued fucking me, gently, sliding in and out of me, inserting the cock as deeply as she could, and then slowly withdrawing. She let her hand drift from my breast and softly cupped my balls. She massaged them as she increased her rhythm. "I'm going to make you cum like a girl tonight Danni," she whispered. "Are you ready?" 'Cum like a girl?' What did she mean? I pressed against her as she began driving in and out of me, all the while stroking my balls with her fingernails. "Go on Danni," she encouraged me. "Let loose. You can do it," she said. I could feel the excitement building within me. Suddenly, I felt this wave of energy flow through me. I was releasing a torrent of cum, but it felt unlike any release I'd ever experienced before. It wasn't like my typical orgasm. It coursed through my entire body. But it was unmistakably a release, nonetheless. I could feel the wet spot I'd created on the bed. Grace reached to the tip of my chastity cage and allowed the discharge to fill the palm of her hand. She brought her hand to my mouth, causing me to accept her offering. I licked the semen she held out to me. There was a full handful. "There you go my sexy girl. There you go," she cooed in my ear. "God! I love you so much," she said, once again erasing any apprehension that I felt. She remained inside of me. She pulled me close to her chest, squeezing my breast. "Did that feel good?" I nodded. I was confused though. I couldn't describe what I was feeling. "I love the feeling of having a cock remain inside of me after I've had an orgasm," she shared with me. "Don't you?" Fuck! She was talking to me like I was a girl who could appreciate what she was saying. Plus, she was letting me know that I had never done that for her. I didn't know how to reply, although it was true. I didn't want her to pull out. "It's okay baby," she whispered. "I understand." She understood? What did she understand? I lay quietly in her arms, enjoying the fullness of her cock inside of me. "Goodnight Danni," she breathed in my ear. "Goodnight," I replied. "I love you Grace." "I know you do," she said. "And you always will." She was right. I always would. No matter what might happen. I was completely devoted to Grace Andrews.