"Thanks Dunk. Patty called just now. I think she's got another one for you." She reached across me, putting a piece of paper on my side table. When sh... did so, her soft tits dragged across my arm. Her nipple was rock hard."umm, okay, thanks mom..." I'm going out. I'll be back sometime late tonight. Do you think you can handle yourself?" She's going out late?" I thought to myself, looking at the slip of paper with the address on it. "Sweet, I can spend longer at this house." Uh yeah, I can. I think the old Victorian print wall paperwith the beautifully costumed ladies and young women offset the beigecarpet...no darling it is not pink...the color is called beige. I hadthe canopied bed brought up from the cellar and replaced the old canopywith buttercup chiffon. Isn't it just so femmie and yes, Dana, youcould call that pink, but they call it buttercup. Young ladies are veryconscious of colors and you will have to develop a good coloring senseif you are going to successfully pass.". I silenced her lips with a tender, lingering kiss and shifted my weight slightly to ease her legs a little farther apart. The tip of my cock touched her and her lower body seemed to tense, raising itself slightly as if to invite me in.Gently and tenderly I eased my cock between her labia. Although I longed to force myself home and pound away, I was desperate not to hurt her. I drew back a little to position myself to enter her, then slowly but deliberately I thrust forward.Suddenly she gave a. Jan then explained the rules: 1. Except for our day off we were to be available 24 hours a day. 2. No food or drink in rooms. 3. No radios or tv's. 4. Keep rooms clean. 5. Be discreet and quiet. 6. Be respectful. That finished, she led me back to Master Charles in the den. His only question was "Well" with arched eyebrows. "Yes Sir, I do want this job." "When can you start?" "I can start right now, however since this is a live-in.