He took hold of my hand and held it against the bulge in his pants as he continued to stare at me while he slowly rubbed it over the length of his hug... cock. I could feel its thickness and how it twitched from the feeling of my hand before I broke free of his grasp. I quickly went around him, rushed to get into the house, and up to my room before he followed. I removed my wet bikini and hopped into bed. Thoughts about what just happened kept me awake, I knew it was only a matter of time before. "Angel nodded, and went on her errand. When she returned with it, Lena took it and hung it inside the bathroom door. Angel heard the father's "Thanks" before the door closed.Angel went downstairs to help his mother. She had apparently done the worst part, and was stuffing the now thoroughly wet bedclothes in the large capacity washer."I haven't had to deal with that in thirteen years. It hasn't gotten any better." David's mother grinned. "It's a good thing we were prepared. Without that layer. All the while they speak mockingly of my lost manhoodand submissive nature, of how pretty I was as a feminized 'slavegirl' and howthey might put their living toy to use.Now Mistress snaps her finger and I know to kneel at her feet and bow my headbefore her. She parts her silky thighs and points with one finger to theheaven between her long legs. As I bury my head in the soft wetness, Alexiaand Toria take up flanking positions by my now exposed behind. I feel myskirt pulled up around my thighs,. ” He gave me a tour but it really wasn't much. I stood at the back and asked, “Is there anything you'd like me to do, Captain? Swab the deck? Weigh anchor or something?” He shook his head, grinned, and offered me the scotch. I downed a shot and when I turned around to face him, he put his hand on my dress and slurred, "Take this off." “Aye, aye sir.” He grinned at me again, a bit of a creepy beard smile. I lifted the dress over my head and stood before him — naked. He didn’t waste time. He.