“Never do that again without asking me, bitch! You like wearing my clothes?”“Yes, Mistress!”“So you like dressing up to be a little slut?”...��Yes, Mistress!”“Does my son know you are being a sissy?”“Don't think so. But I think he saw me through the keyhole while I was in your pantyhose masturbating, Mistress!”She kept staring at me with this look on her face.“You think he likes you?”“No...I just think he is curious about stuff!”I got another slap over my hands. I hurt so bad, and it felt like they. Whatever it was,it had an instant calming effect. "Like I said" he sighed "I woke up to three men, that I had never seen before, pissing on me. Next thing I knew, I was standing on a cold, concrete floor sandwiched between two of them. One of them had his balls pressing into my wet hair,as the other tried to fo rce his cock into my mouth. When we both realized it was too big to fit, I started kissing,licking and jerking on it, just like Mommy taught me to do, until I heard him grunt right. Ten minutes later there came a call. "Are you two ready yet...?" "It finishes in a few minutes," he called back. "Don't be so impatient...!" They followed her to the bedroom to find her kneeling on the bed. She had donned her high-boots and the white, tiny 'Nurse's' skirt, but was wearing it so high as to reveal 'everything'. Her breasts hung free from her unzipped jacket and they watched as she 'posed' for them in various positions... She finished by laying on her back and spreading her. Charlotte left for her own bed about moonrise, and I bunked down in the stable with the head "boy," an elderly black man called Hamlet who asked no questions and, as far as I knew, told no lies but always had a jug of good whisky somewhere nearby and a young girl at his knee.Now Missy lay panting beside me, lying on her side, satisfied at last, and touching some of the odd marks on my chest and face. "Tell me about this one again," she asked, fingering my cheekbone."I don' remember the lie I.