I knew that he was just taking his time with me but other parts of my body were begging for him. Working his way down from my stomach to my waistline,...he trailed another line of kisses. Moving his lips softly along the line of my waist, holding his warm lips to my skin and then dragging them to another section and pushing down hard. My hips pushed up and I could feel the wetness from my pussy running down to my ass. Nolan could tell how badly I wanted him and moved his lips down to my pussy,. We had been living together for a few weeks, and I came home to find a young Vietnamese man at the house. She had told me that she had a brother that was a year, and a bit, younger than she was, so I thought it was probably HIM.We greeted each other, and Linda gave me her usual kiss, as I entered. SHE was only wearing her shift, and nothing under it. When she would bend, or squat down, her pussy was in plain sight. I watched her as she had a wet towel, and was cleaning the floor. STILL not. These were the Doris Day wannabes .The second group were the rather pathetic men who enjoyed, reallyenjoyed, being dominated, sissified, feminized, and humiliated. Therecould be some pain involved, but the basis of their need was to behumiliated by being made into sissies. Their need was humiliation, andno extent of frills and petticoats and paint could be too much in theirquest for this need. These men (?) came willingly to Mistress Melissaand paid dearly for her services. These men were putty. She wore pink. She listed to white music and had white friends. She wasn’t a great beauty, but she was appealing. And young. And Ralph’s fucking daughter.“You’re so pretty.” I said to her.“You think so?” she asked.“Yeah, I do.” I confirmed. “Can I kiss you?”She hesitated; far from home, does a southern white girl let a black man twice her age do that?“Ok.” She said.She was just a kid, and didn’t know the slippery slope she was on. Or maybe she did, and wanted to slide all the way down. Down.