It had been a couple of weeks since my excursion to the gloryhole and outfit shopping in Positano, which resulted in my first breeding by Don, the older black Adonis who owned the superyacht. I had settled into my new sissy life well and finally felt like I had found my place in life. I hadn't worn boys' clothes in over two months and loved all the sexy, skimpy outfits I got to wear daily as I sunbathed and worked on my n...