After dinner, I atemy diner in the kitchen then cleaned up, I was called out to the livingroom where my wife was watching TV and told that I could sit...at her feetand massage them, which I promptly did.While massaging my wife's feet she told me that I had now been programmedto be a maid on command and she had ordered me several maids' uniforms indifferent colors. She went on to say that she and Lisa were lookingthrough all my stories to see what other things I had read about thatthey could do to. He rolled the stocking down as he had seen his mother do, surprising her by kissing her dainty foot she lifted it and the light garment fell away. The rolled doughnut he placed on the pile in a voice that was a lot clearer and more positive he said; “Mistress Kelly`s lovely stocking,” he did the other leg and recited the same mantra. By this time Nan and I were getting the fidgets. Her sex pulsing gently as each garment that fell was having its effect, and in turn my poor old tool was again. It groaned as she shuddered through her pleasure. Then she panted. She collapsed, panting and groaning. I licked at her a few more times, my own waves of pleasure rushing through my body.“Lola!” she moaned.I darted up her body, my pleasure rippling through me. I kept plunging my fingers in and out of my cunt as I kissed her with pussy-stained lips. I let her taste herself on me. She gasped and stiffened. Her tongue danced with mine.It was an incredible experience. I loved her as my orgasm. Oh not like a real man would about how she mightlook naked or how nice it would be to take her to bed but as a sissy hewould fantasize about what she was wearing because he wanted to wear itto. The sissified male would desire to emulate her looks and think abouthow she might enjoy wearing those heels she had on or how she might lookapplying her makeup sitting at her vanity.Alicia had been to the doctors for the breast implants and was in therecovery room. He had no idea what size they really.