When I came out in my boxers and wife beaters, he was lying on the bed in the pink nightgown. After that, he always wore nightgowns to bed and I alway... wore boxers or briefs….. Sometimes I would dress him as a girl all weekend for 24 hours a day and he would cook and clean while I washed the cars and did other things around the house. After a while he did not want me to paint his toenails anymore (he used to wear pink or red nail polish all week under his regular socks). One night after sex he. Please, I dont know. Neither do I. He walked out of the room and punched in the code for the servants room. When the door opened, the odor of feces hit him like an ocean wave, and his confusion vanished instantly. He grinned as he held his breath and moved to the sink. Dasas legs and feet were covered in her shit, and he turned on the cold water. As it hit her, she screamed. He let the water wash away her filth, and then he scrubbed her down with the brush until her skin was bright red. He. Your head is bobbing up and down . I put my hand on your head and thrust up to meet to coming down . Soon you stop and squeeze it so I don't cum yet . You keep doing this prolonging me from cumming . I moan that I am going to cum soon and you start sucking faster . As you feel the root of my cock swell you grab my balls and take my cock deep and suck hard swallowing all of my cum . As you pull your lips off my cock it is coated red from your lipstick . You come up and kiss me and I roll you. All at once, I watched as his pale neck began to flush bright pink against the white of his polo-shirt, as he sharply breathed-in through his nose and clasped his eyes tight shut and I felt a series of rhythmic throbs in my hand as he came in his silky shorts. Volumes he seemed to pump, through the fingers of my hand; twice, three, four, five, six, seven times he came as he let out an involuntary cough to mask what was probably really a gasp. I felt the warmth of his white slippery fluids in.