Mince, sissy.”Lowering her arms to the straightened position, she followed along.”Here is the Master bedroom. You will not enter hear except to ma...e my bed in the morning, or when I call you. Is that understood?”“Sir, yes Sir.””Prance sissy,” he snapped, turning again to show her the guest bedroom. While there was no one staying there, she would still be expected to dust and vacuum each day, freshening the sheets once a week, hospital corners on the sheets always. (Mince, sissy.) This applied. “Stevie told me you were not feeling well so I decided to come over and see you” “Oh, you don’t need to do that.” I said. “Well, lay down and I’ll take your temperature.” She got a thermometer out of her purse and put it in my mouth and asked: “Are you alone?” I nodded. As we waited on my temperature, I couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was. I never really admired Mrs. Anderson out before, but this time I noticed her full red lips, nice dark brown hair, and her big brown beautiful eyes.. Charlie moved his hands down to Scott's ass surprising him a rush of pleasure all though his body. And as the large man moved back up with his hand and came in closer Scott's prick began to rise all on its own, no matter how hard he bit his lip and tried to will it away. He was straight after all. Charlie was much taller then him so when he got in close he his massive cock pushed up against Scott's back. Scott had never felt another man's dick on his body and it was surprisingly hot. Charlie. An old, but freshly washed shirt of mine was knotted beneath her breasts leaving her stomach bare and the way they bounced as she moved left me in no doubt that she'd decided on "braless is best" again!"Do we put the damsons in there?" she asked as she stood smiling at me,"In where?" In that great big hole under your nose" she giggled and I realised my mouth was hanging open!"Where the hell did you get them from?" I spluttered, "They look like they're for a bloody twelve year old!" They are".