Yes and no. Girl has to get up for work in a few hours and you’ve just gotten home after a long shift. Neither seems fair to me. I think girl should...be allowed in bed. But you ... you have a job to do before you can go to sleep, boy.”Hearing my own daughter call me boy, made me actually shiver. I’d have to beat one off in the bathroom before I’d be able to sleep, I knew that for certain.“What job, mistress?” I wondered aloud.“My puss is wet again. Girl does such a good job eating me out, boy. I. Lynzi got into a lacy robe, and began his ritual of doing his hair and putting on make-up. He took his time setting and drying his hair, as his sisters had taught him. Tink had requested that he put his hair "up" in a very sophisticated fashion, as this was going to be a very special event. His make-up was done to perfection with a rather mysterious glow about it. Lynzi had become very proficient at make-up, as his skin was very soft and feminine. The clothes that Tink had laid out for him. I wanted to have an orgasm but didn’t want him to watch me. Mary really was a wicked tease. I now knew what she meant when she said it would be a treat for both of us.Her touching me was making Harry hard for a third time. I wanted to have an orgasm but at the same time, I felt a bit selfish for not wanting to give Harry the now obvious pleasure of watching. Perhaps he had felt uncomfortable having me watch him. Whatever, I allowed her to continue regardless. The extra height of her heels. ...........Willing herself not to say anything, she retreated back into her memories. She thought of her first lover. The inexperience and fumbling that each had tried to hide. She remembered the fingers pushing through the very hair now being cut away. She remembered the slight pain as her hair was pulled by her inexperienced partner. But she also recalled the electrifying feelings those very touches brought her. The new heights of ecstasy her young body experienced, the rapture of lust and.