I would love to watch him swallow all of the guy’s tiny tadpoles. I would love to watch him pull that sour face with the after taste, which I get - ...ntil I race for a ciggie to disguise it. “So you would try it? I mean, if we got a guy in for a threesome or maybe just for you?” “For you, my sweet Mistress, yes. Whatever you want,” he said as he finished engulfing my eternal rubber hard-on, and stood up. I smiled, “But what would happen if you love it way too much? Where am I left then?” I. Don’t worry, everything happens for a reason and all.She would be there for me all the time.She noticed my glances at her.There were few times where she caught me watching her breasts and the panty outline on her night dresses.Sometimes she used to wear nighties and she had a habit of sleeping without a bra and in the morning she used to clean my room wearing that.One day, I got a chance to see her boobs while she was working and later on, that became my masturbating thing.One day, my parents. I eventually was allowed too go with out nappies and started enjoyingwhat I thought was a normal childhood, although getting up many timesduring the night too pee. I eventually got married and had 3 kids, andit wasn't till after we divorced that I found myself drawn towardfemale lingerie and the odd time towards nappies. I must admit when Idid experiment with them I never messed them, I was never ready orwanted too do that.Years later I was surfing net looking for sissy sites,. "Yes," she replied. "Say it!" I demanded. "I'm a dirty slut," she said loudly. I slapped her ass hard and said, " Get on your back, slut." She turned over on to her back. I spread her legs wide, got on my knees, grabbed her waist and went to town on her pussy. She started rubbing her clit again. She screamed, "Fuck me!" Even though she had a pillow behind her head, it wasn't much help. Her head slammed against the head board as it pounded the wall. Her face turned red and she turned her head.