This gave Heather an idea for a new little diversion. Since shewas in the business of telling people what to do maybe she should giveit a try with all...these silly maids looking for direction.She created a new username "Mistress Heather", just because you like todress like a maid doesn?t mean you can?t be the boss. She found a newchat room of crossdressers. Before she could type hello she had five imsfrom cd?s begging to serve her. It appeared she had struck an undertapped market and her thought. Then after some time when I was about to leave, she asked me if I would help her carry those files to her home. I told Okay and we soon went to her home which was only a couple of streets away. Her son was with her husband in office, so we were alone. She asked me to sit down and told that she would prepare something for me to eat . I just nodded and waited in the hall.But then I got bored and I went to the kitchen and stood behind her. She notices me coming and smiled. It was a small kitchen. I parked the Z beside two slick top cruisers and walked up two flights to a dingy apartment with yellow tape across the door.The body of a white male about mid-thirties hung by his neck from a hook in the ceiling, his face the color of a pomegranate and nothing below his feet but air; how the hell did he ... Ram saw the look on my face "It's a weird one. We figure he's been there about four days. The Coroner's taking his sweet time getting here and CSI's busier than a cat covering up shit on. She had a pretty pussy. She had just a little hair over her cunt. Her pussy lips were pink and flimsy. I worked my tongue up and down her pussy lips and paid attention to her clit. I had heard that the clit is very sensitive to a woman. I worked my tongue in circles over her clit. My stepsister was moaning and holding my hands, while grinding into my face. I separated her lips with my tongue and began to tongue fuck her wet pussy. “Billy, that feels so good. Oh God!” I worked my tongue.