I could feel the night air drying the cum caked onto my face. My stockings had ripped from my kneeling, completing my image as his cheap used-up whore...“What’s your name,” he asked.“Sam.” I answered, not knowing why I told the truth.“Is that short for Samantha or Samuel?” He joked while pinching my ass. “Mohamed.” He said as he pointed to himself.Soon we arrived at his home, a terraced maisonette not too far from where he forced me to suck him off. He led me inside and put his hand around my. So she must not care right, she isn’t deaf I know that. There were days when I took smoking breaks under trees and just watched her from a distance. Knowing how she must be a carefree, naughty rich girl. Yelling at her mom, barely being clothed. I really wanted to fuk her needless to say. I never got into technology, so I didn’t have a nice phone to take videos or pics. And to this day, I kick myself because it was truly awesome to see her carry on her routine for months! I mean for that period. I spread my legs a little and pulled again. And groaned. Just a little - it just slipped out of me. I glanced over at Danny, but he didn't seem to have noticed. His hand was moving faster now. I watched, really turned on, pulling my own cock now with a firm regular motion. He looked over at me then, or rather, at my hand pumping my cock, just staring as he jerked himself harder and faster. I spread my legs further, and turned slightly toward him, and he slowed down, still gripping his cock. .. girl. Would you like to spend MORE time as Felicity? Not juston the weekends? Would you like to wear things that match your prettyapron?"I remember this conversation as clear as day. If the apron opened thedoor to my becoming a sissy, my response to her question sealed my futureas a feminized domestic servant. In my defense, I answered as I didbecause I knew it would make her happy, not because I wanted to becomecompletely effeminate."Yes . Mommy! I would love to wear prettier clothing under.