>From washing and ironing, to cookingand cleaning up, I had to learn every detail always dressed like thesissy maid I was. I learned to clean bathroom... and toilets, to pick upmats of hair from showers and to vacuum bedrooms, taking the at-times-still-wet sheets to wash. If the homeowner was not watching I wouldeagerly sniff the aromas of passion before tossing the sheets into thewasher. I learned to cook, to serve correctly and to pick up just asproperly. I learned to wash the dishes and put. " I could feel her hot breath on my balls and her wet tongue rasping up and down the jock, i could feel her painted nails digging into the naked cheeks of my arse as she pulled me closer and tried to smother my whole crotch with those lips and tongue. Her hot wet breath on my cock was having an immediate effect as it began to harden, it would have been hard already if i'd taken even a second to give the outfit she was wearing more than a cursory glance. That could wait, right now i was. "Honestly, could you have figured out what the hell he just said? Remember I am Wasted!My cock kept hardening, my tongue kept wetting my lips, and I followed him to penitence and salvation and big black cocks and a hot white cunt ... and ... and...My clothes disappeared and that luscious pair of lips engulfed my cock and a black cock pressed to my lips and I greeted it with open ... it wasn't that huge fucker. It was something my virgin lips could engulf. She would do something with her lips or. "Your sister, on the other hand," Dylan continued with a grin, "I bet she'd be game." What the fuck does that mean?" Harold said, his eyes narrowing. He punched his friend in the bicep and continued, "Dee Dee wouldn't go for it either, asshole. Stay the fuck away from her!" I'm just saying she's a hot piece!" Dylan said. "And she's a Freshman now, ain't she? You know how Heather and the others love tagging cute little freshmen..." Look, asshole, Dee Dee isn't in the game and she would never.