Although I was freelance I tended to arrange my life likenormal workers did. So Saturday I did the weekly household chores. Theone difference was that...I did then en femme. I had over the years of mysolo play collected quite a collection of clothing, maid's dresses beinga favorite. So Friday night I trawled the websites pleasured myself andthen headed for bed with thoughts of what I might wear Saturday. Saturdaymorning I woke up and prepared a light breakfast. As I was drinking mytea there was a. Udhar driver ne jasa he apna lnd bahir nikala to jasay bottel kholti hai ayse awaaz aye or didi ki choot main se dhood nikalne lag para . Didi apne haath ko apni choot per lay aye or didi ki choot ka mu pore tarha khula hua tha or dhood nikalta ja raha tha . Udher driver ka lund half se zeyda pore tarha geela tha pata nahi qu , ya didi ka peeshab laga tha ya paani mujhay nahi pata tha . Udhar didi ab sedhi ho ker sofay per bahat gae dono tangon ko oper ker kay or apni choot ko daba rahi thi or. He was already fuming about how I was getting a car and he wasn’t. Jesus Christ, he couldn’t even see over the steering wheel yet!Mom and Dad argued over this for the rest of the night. Mom’s biggest problem was that this didn’t fit her neat and tidy plans for the lives of her children. She was very proud that I was going to college, but otherwise I was still a little boy. She couldn’t have it both ways but wouldn’t accept that. This was just like my quitting band, taking aikido, or taking home. My Black Master got angry, yelling on the phone that his slutty white bitch should be always available for him and I should obey.His friend wanted just a quickie; something nasty…So I said Jerome I would manage to fuck his buddie. I even suggested Ritchie could meet me at the same park where my Black Master had fucked me last time he had been in Savannah…Jerome agreed and said he would call me again for further orders.A while later my cell phone rang again. Jerome said his friend knew the place.