I felt naked without my sissy tail. It was also literallyimpossible for me to remember anything remotely resembling theinferiority complex driven, pse...do-macho bandit I had once been!Mistress Smokey began loaning me out to Miss Gina and Miss Elsa. Duringthe days I cleaned and scrubbed their homes until my polished nailswere mere nubs. I washed and ironed their laundry and prepared theirmeals. At night I spent most of my time on my knees either lapping themto successive orgasms or feeling them. "Or would you like something a bit stronger?" I'm not driving," said Kitty. "I came here by bus. I was in the area and I thought I'd pop by. See how're you doing." I'm doing fine, dear. What did you say you wanted? Would you like sherry?" That would be lovely, Mum." Kevin?" Coffee's plenty for me." Are you sure? I'll be having a glass of sherry as well." All right. OK. Just the one glass."Karen brought over a tray with a bottle of Bristol Cream and placed it on the kitchen table. She then. " Portia looked intensely in my eyes.?"Why don't you put some of this lotion on my legs? Rub it in there for me." I grabbed the lotion and began rubbing? it throughout her thighs, as she moaned.?I oiled her leg, beginning at the ankles, working up? and over the hip, and stroked oili nto the back of the knee. ?I spent a great amount of time rubbing her gorgeous calves and the back of her thighs, and soon she heard me gasping and moaning.?"Aaw honey, what's wrong?" Portia said, turning to me. I love giving head and to be honest, I’m good at it.” She boasted. “I love to have a hard man inside my mouth and get him off and from what I remember you’re cum tasted almost as good as this drink.” I could feel myself getting turned on and started to fantasize about getting another great blow job from her.I offered to refresh her drink, which she gladly handed to me as I walked across the office to the wet bar. As I mixed her drink she told me to sit at my desk when I was done.After handing.