My Sissy Fantasy Part 2

“You can come and stay with me for the week. I have a lovely place, with a heated pool, hot tub and sauna, not to mention the views. so it would still feel like a holiday and I have class A’s there as well.” He tells me as his hands move from my lower back on to my bum. He neads my bum with his fingers and then slides them between my cheeks and begins rubbing up and down.
I go up onto my toes and have to hold onto the shower to stop myself from collapsing. Jake pays special attention to between my bum cheeks and my legs. His hands rub across my quivering asshole and between my legs he tickles where my testicles used to be, stopping just short of my stiff dick. For one unbearably sweet minute he continues and I can’t help moaning quietly. Before I can orgasm he stops. He grabs me round the waist and holds me as I let go of the shower, stopping me from falling on the tiled floor. He turns me around and pulls me under the water with him.
“So, do you fancy staying at mine?” He asks as the water rinses the soapy lather from me and I begin to get my breath back.
“Yes please, I wanna go home with you.” I all but moan, flinging my arms around his shoulders and resting my head against his massive chest. he pulls me against him and wraps me in his big arms; I know then that I’m falling for him really hard.

“Good. Although now I’m going to have to demonstrate how rich I really am.” He tells me and I lift my head with a puzzled smile on my lips.
He switches off the shower and leads me by the hand back to the changing room. Everything that had been hanging on the pegs when I went down to shower had been replaced with two clothes hanger bags and two big dry black towels. Jake picks the towels up and hands one to me.
“Jake, what’s going on?” I ask, drying myself with a surprisingly warm and luxurious fluffy towel.
“Well,” Jake says with a big grin. “Outside is a limo waiting to take us home, while a removals team packs our tents and returns them to us after they’ve been dried out. And these here are clothes for us to wear home.”
“Really? You’re k**ding with me. Right?” I ask disbelievingly as Jake hands me one of the suit bags.