She smiled at him with bright red lips as he hurriedly stripped before her. He was made to wear a short white silk shirt, as per the modification nigh..., and the maid fitted him with a collar."I trust you've been a good boy with Madame's silk? She will know if you've messed more than once- I hope you've been honest and made a good show for her." She ushered him out into the hall with the knickerbockers in hand."Kneel! You may kiss my feet now." He did as he were told and kissed the toes of the. In the first five minutes I already had watched older sister Barbara pee. True, I hadn't seen her jumbo tits yet, but hey, I was only 14. I had years of peeking ahead of me. Life, all of a sudden, seemed wonderful. I was, as my parents had told me the day they announced their divorce, "The man of the house now." And to me, that meant I was free to watch, watch, watch. My big sister, Barbara, almost 17. My little sister, Marie, 12 but developing quickly. And, most of all, mom, 38 and the sexiest. Thefinishing touches were black patent leather Mary Jane shoes withtwo-inch heels and a black satin bow at his neck.Now the women went to work on his face--light touches of blush,blue eyeshadow, and pale pink lipstick, topped off with a blondepage-boy wig with a black satin bow in the back. Commanding thelad to stand before the full-length mirror, Carla brought him outof his trance, but still under her control. "Look at yourself!You are no longer the roughneck boy you once were, but a. Now lie down on your stomach and let’s get started.”On hearing that, Juice opened the towel, threw it into a corner, and lay down on her stomach. I surveyed her body like someone surveying a map, deciding which direction to take. For me, looking at a woman’s naked body is like a painter looking at a bare canvas. We both want to be original and creative, covering the full area of the canvas, while delivering pleasure to the person receiving or viewing it. No part of Juice’s body would remain.