=lunch with the boys=

It's still too chilly out for sandals so i've decided to wear stripy socks & these little knit ballet slippers. Is there anything more sissy than that?! i look like Pippi Sissystocking!

We're meeting one of Daddy's friends at a dockside restaurant for lunch. As usual, i'll sit there smiling, saying a little every once in a  while, but mainly keeping quiet & letting the guys talk "guy talk."  i like being seen, not heard. i think that's proper behavior for a submissive little sissywife like me. 

Anyway, i'll be entertaining myself by daydreaming that after lunch Daddy will have me give his friend a quickie blow job in the bathroom or in the cab of Eddie's pick-up truck. "Go ahead, she doesn't mind," Daddy will say to his friend. "And who cares if she does, anyway? She does what I tell her to do. So be my guest. What's a little whore between friends? Besides, she's a vegetarian. She needs the protein. Don't you baby?" "Yeth Daddy," i'll lisp. 

Once Eddie sees that Daddy isn't fooling & that he doesn't mind it one bit if he uses me like a slut & that in fact I've already gotten onto my knees, he won't hesitate to take out his already stiffening cock. I'll massage his balls for him in my soft hands & when he's good and hard he'll take my head by the pigtails and force it into his crotch & i'll do Daddy proud by giving his friend the best, slurpiest, deep-throatiest blow job ever, swallowing to the last drop. 

Oh, i love having lunch with the boys!