"Hello Master Ray." Esther's cheered voice boomed as she took the phone. I asked her how went Sunday with her new ornaments. She responded by confessi...g that she had endured seven orgasm's not of her own making. I asked her to explain and she said, "Well. Master, because you're not around, I wear panties and with this barbell pressing my clit forward and out, it rubs against my panties as I walk around, so it rapidly excites my clit and I have to stand until my cunt finishes throbbing and. She didn’t want to watch, to spy, to be a voyeur of her own mother, but … she couldn’t move. She couldn’t turn away. The scene before her was obscene, elicit, torrid. Her mother was obviously experiencing something intensely powerful. She watched her mom bouncing up and down, her hands on the man’s chest, her eyes shut tight and her mouth hanging open. Guttural sounds were escaping from her mouth mixed with moaning and groaning and panting. She was mumbling words that were unintelligible to. This was not something I could engage in with Peru boys without great risk. I had a respected position in the town, and the town was too small to hold such secrets forever. Thus, I had come up with this scheme of taking in a destitute supposed relative and raising him.And fucking the stuffing out of him anytime I wanted. He would be grateful for being taken out of postwar Germany and given a new life in what to him would be a paradise. It was important, though, that he be grateful enough to me. After several minutes we discussed pricesand then fixed the date for the following week.Well as you can imagine the week dragged by until the day I was lookingforward to so much eventually arrived. Susie had asked me to wear my ownlingerie and this I put on under my male clothes, including my boobs. Onmy arrival I was made welcome with a cup of coffee and a chat to put meat my ease. Then the transformation began with her providing plenty ofclothes to choose from. For my first time I dressed in.