..," you aspirate astonished, caressing your soft, tender skin."M-m-mylady...?!" he interrupts your thoughts, "W-w-where should I continue?" That was ...t...," you answer abstractedly, "Everything else can be done by my maids..." You may be excused now...," you add, while you put your robe back on."Th-th-thank you, Mylady!" Oh... wait a second...," you hold the knave back as he reaches the small servants' entrance."You did a good job," you say, coming up to him."Th-th-thank you, Mylady! I-I-I'm. She was wide-awake looking at me. She smiled in her submissive matter and then a cloud hid the moon again, hiding her dark features."You wake Massa too? Ah cain't sleep too." I felt aroused having listened to Paul and Sona but the thought of doing it made me feel guilty. The moon lit our faces again and her female intuition read my mind. A little arm reached out and five fingers caressed my face. "Ah's ready when you's young Massa. Ah's always here." I know Honeybee but... " I felt guilty about. They were both faced - backs to me, she straddling the tub more closely to reach Denny all over. She was bare foot and had her dress hiked up closer to her waist. I noted those large feet, big for a woman but assumed perhaps she was a farm girl and I knew from my dad’s European trip photos, taken just after the 2nd world war, how farm labor women in those days worked bare foot in the fields during the summer months and in fact, did, strangely, have unusually big feet.I noted her intently. Then again, everything aroused my younger self! But as I sat there, transfixed, my nerves were quickly washed away, and my cock swelled and strained as I read the filthy tales and admired the well depicted cocks being serviced by beautiful trannies. What was once used as a visit to the local toilets to empty my bowels, quickly became an excuse to empty my balls!Well, the weeks passed by and I ended up getting my driver's licence. Shortly afterwards, I ended up getting my first car. Independence.