I was only eight years old when I saw my Auntie Rose’s pussy up under her wedding dress just sitting there all shaven and smelling like perfume and ...lowers. The only other pussy I had seen was Elaine Lynch’s in the cloak room at the Saint Bernard’s elementary school in the old neighborhood. She had accidently wet them in the bathroom and taken them off hoping her short uniform skirt would hide her goodies without being discovered. She was trying to get the basketball from the top of the locker. I flicked my tongue across the sensitive frenulum on the underside of his cock. Jim moaned when I moved my tongue across soft silky head and dug it into the opening licking up his precum. The taste inflamed my taste buds as I swallowed the tasty treat. I looked up at Jim and smiled. ‘Yeah, but not as good as you,’ He said as he put a hand under my chin and lifted my head. He bent down and brought our lips together. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue past my lips. It ran into Jim’s and our. .. and as yet, unsmiling beside him. "And this, is my companion, Victoria," he said introducing her more to me than to the others, which told me in an instant, they had of course met her before. I wondered briefly in his having addressed her as that, the reason why master hadn't addressed me as such. Maybe he didn't want it to appear we were as intimately close perhaps as the two of them were, which is why he hadn't.We soon after took seats, Master and Mr. M seated at either end of the table,. The girls had me bring Mr. Studley to the living room, as they openedthe packages. They had bought him some clothes - some T shirts andshorts and a pair of sneakers. "Well, Sissy, you're the maid here,don't you think you ought to be the one to dress him?" Nancy asked me.As I dressed him, I noticed how pefectly the clothes fit on him.Whatever sizes he was, he was exactly those sizes, so the clothes fithim like a glove. Too well, I thought. The slight touching I had todo to pull his shorts up.