Sissy Samplings
SISSY SAMPLINGS by Throne "Richard," my wife said, "you are such a pansy." "I am not," I responded, biting my lower lip and trying not to start crying. It was hard for me to stand up for myself, dressed as I was. Vonda had picked out an especially shameful outfit for me that day. There was a red thong that resembled the bottom of a bikini, and it showed off the tiny bump made by my endowment. Attached to that and fitted over my narrow shoulders were loudly colored suspenders. On...