I get out of the car and walk over to the pump while Matt goes inside and hands the cashier money for gas. I start pumping, and Matt comes outside and...walks over to me. He stands directly behind me so that my ass is nearly rubbing against his crotch. "I can't wait for this weekend. I'm so pumped. You better not leave the tent a mess" he says in a flirty tone. He pushes up against me even more, and I smile, because I know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend. We pick up our friends (guess who. The next day I was back to dressing as a boy because we wanted to go toa movie and Mary wanted me to feel her up and kiss her the whole time,which was more convenient if I was a boy. She promised that I couldtaste her lipstick any time and so she did. So I did too.So that was my first weekend at Freddie's. There were lots more. Oneweekend one of the boys I was kissing put his hand right on my boner. Ithought I was in big trouble but he put my hand on his boner and we wenton kissing. Eventually. "When in Rome," said the Emir, "and when you are with us for dinner at the Golden Palace you shall try our formal dress of shalwar kameez and our servants shall be dressed in our traditional way, much as these College servants are dressed in the British tradition, as nineteen-twenties Lyons' Cornerhouse Nippies." Are these, ahem, servants from your seraglio, what is your traditional way to dress them?" asked the Master.The Emir decided to tease him a little, "The men wear trousers a little like. "Drop your hands slut. I want to see your pussy. Do it now." I ordered. Mom reluctantly moved her hands to her sides self consciously. "Fuck, you look so hot Mom. Now spread your legs for me, I want to see all of your cunt." Her eyebrows shot up and there was a sharp intake of breath when she heard me say what she thought was a dirty sinful. This was proof that she absolutely loved it when I talked dirty to her. I think my matronly ice queen mother was now melting into a seething horny slut.Mom.