I thought about the conversation a couple of times over the next few weeks, but never called Kristie and started the conversation. I left it to her if...she wanted to talk more. It did not take long for me to forget about all of it, so when Kristie called and asked if we could meet again for lunch, I did not think it was for more than a little afternoon nookie. I knew something was up when she really did want to have lunch. “I have an idea I want to talk to you about, but I’m a little worried. I tried to escape but he held me too tight to let go. In the mean while I felt another hand get inside my pants and started to finger my pussy. I was kind of enjoying this when a third hand got inside my pant from behind and started fingering my asshole. At this stage I had 1 dick in my right hand, 1 hand on my left boob pressing and pinching my tits,1 hand on my right boob from over my t-shirt squeezing it hard, 1 hand fingering my pussy and 1 hand fingering my asshole.And then all of a sudden. Look, I even broughtslave some food and supplies." Thank you Master," I said, receiving yet another wave of physical andemotional pleasure. Definitely tipsy, I found myself smiling.Robert said, "I noticed it took a while for slave to start researching ahack for slave's protocol. Has slave come up with any possibilities yet?" No Master," I said, "I'm still looking for some." Robert again rewardedmy obedience."Good," Robert said, "Keep working on it slave." Master?" I pleaded."Yes slave?" Robert. I came home and mygrandson looked totally uncomfortable. I asked him what the problem was.He answered me and said that he normally wears dresses and skirts whenhe's at school and home and that he didn't understand why he had to wearthe coarse, nasty boy clothes whenever I came home." He seemed to bealmost burning with animosity.Alex shrugged as he leaned his hand into his pocket. "Well guess you gota problem then."Smitty shook his head. "It isn't that he's different. In fact every boyhis age.