.. beings.They were small, the tallest being not quite half my height, and weredressed as if they had heard about fashions third-hand, and were trying...t out for the first time. The taller one was wearing a top hat, atrenchcoat, and jogging pants, and the shorter one was wearing a cowboyhat, a t-shirt, and pants that stopped at the knee."What the hell is going on ?" I shouted."She's so close. Not hell, but Hades," said the shorter one to the tallerone."Well, she has been away for a while," the. She was impressed she said, that I could be so quick.Than she became The Mistress she really was. She started giving ordersfor the day and lay back, instructing me to serve breakfast. Of course,in the appropriate uniform!Chapter 2, Miss CummingsHe really did a nice job, licking my pussy. I will make that part of ourdaily routine, that is for sure, she promised herself. Pumping his loadthat quickly into her was funny, but needed improvement as she did enjoyhis penis even more than she hoped. Oscar was already up. I found him sitting on the balcony of our fifth-story flat, sipping his coffee. I gave him a slight kiss on the cheek before getting my coffee and returning to join him. "So, how do you feel this morning?" Oscar asked without looking at me directly. "I'm pretty tired, and still pretty sore down there. I feel like I have been riding a sandpaper hobby horse all night long," I quipped, trying to introduce some levity. "How about you?" "I'm okay. I keep thinking about last. Each one of the people I mentioned has accepted her into their life and have accepted how she feels about them and the role she has put us into from her wants and needs. Michele is the sister she never had, but always wanted. Barb as the mother she should have had, the kind of mother she deserved to have. Me? She originally thought of me as a boyfriend, but I am really her big brother, always there to challenge her, to push her further than she might be comfortable, but always close by to.