.Dear Diary, I couldn't wait to sit down to write tonight! Are my feet ever sore! I woke up at 4 am, rubbed my eyes and shuffled into the dining room....On thetable Madam had lain out some pink tights, short, purple, satiny jogging shortswith white trim, a sports bra, a pink French cut T-shirt and a pair of whiteReeboks. After a shower, shave and makeup and wig, I got dressed, put my longblond wig into a ponytail, and took our dogs for a walk. I must have made quitea sight, diary, if anyone was. "I don't want to make money out of you, dear, but I don't want a slap on the wrist from Bill for going overdrawn," explained Sheila."Well, if you find we're not paying you enough you jolly well say so." I will. Have no fear."Fiona was up with the sparrows the next morning. She was determined to be back to see Hank in the afternoon. It meant, to her fury, that even on a Saturday she became caught in the rush hour. Traffic slowed to a crawl three miles before her exit from the motorway and then. I learned about it later but I am describing what happened so you can follow how events developed.The foot rub continued behind me. He had large rough hands which felt good on her soft, small bare feet. It felt so good that she reached out for the blanket behind her that had fisherman pictures on it and covered her waist so she could rub her pussy while he rubbed her feet.He noticed the action and asked for a taste. She let him suck her finger, then got embarrassed and ran to the bedroom.I then. "Come here darling come stand in front of mommy" I stepped over to her and stood in front of her. Mom looked up at me and said "Baby what mommy is about to do is not right but I cannot stop myself and I think you know what you want as well and you cannot control it either" A little pause and then she looked at me "Are you ok with this" I shook my head in a yes motion and mom leaned in and took my cock into her mouth. I felt my knees buckle but kept my footing. Mom was working on my cock and.