He slows down a little, and releases his hold on me."Please, Master, don't stop," I moan."I won't, mommy, I'll keep going until I fill this hole with ...y cum," he assures me."Thank you, Master." Mommy is being such a good toy for me tonight, I always knew you'd be a good sex slave for me," he says, sounding proud."Thank you, Master. I just want to please you, to be used by you, obey you," I say. He leans down and kisses the side of my face."My perfect Mommy-whore," he whispers. I turn my head. But he refused to go outside that day, as he was too embarrassed to be seen by anyone.Frank was mad at his sister, figuring that she was somehow to blame for what had happened to him. He asked her if she had wet the bed that morning. When she admitted that she had, he laughed at her."Then you're still Little Missy Pissy Pants."Karen looked down at Frank and smiled. "You're the one who's little, you can't call me little. I'm bigger than you." Okay, but you're still Missy Pissy Pants, Missy Pissy. Her eldest daughter Anne watched her mother moving tenuously back to her bedroom after that long session of noisy grunting and groaning that filled her young ears with depraved thoughts of copulation and all the other nasty things that boys did to girls after the sun went down.She checked to make certain the other two girls were sleeping and she tip-toed down to the Rector’s bedroom to make certain he was safe and sound for the evening and didn’t need any more freely given welcome from the. She being the maid put him in the lowestpositioning the household. In other words, he has been acting as a sortof a junior maid.I want you to know that I bought him some clothes last weekend that I'msure he hated but I made him wear them anyway. They were all men'sclothes but they have a certain 'style' to them that made himuncomfortable. I took him shopping to that section of the city where veryfew women hang out, if you get my drift. I bought him some hip huggertrousers and a few silk shirts..