’ Erica stared at nothing for a moment and then said, ‘Anyway, that’s what happened. Mum even moved house so we lived in a new part of the city,...where nobody knew me as a boy. The new school were made aware and yet again I was excused sports. It was okay I suppose, but I still couldn’t fit in… Not quite. I mean I had my circle of friends, but I couldn’t do what the other girls did. No boyfriends, no kissing and making out behind the bike sheds. It would only take one misplaced hand and my. "Good boy,"she said tapping my locked cage. She then dried me off with a towel likethe boy she told me I was and said I should get dressed. Dejected Iheaded to my office again. I'd hoped the cleaning would allow my somefreedom and maybe some release, but instead I just felt humiliated beingcleaned like that. She'd cleaned her husband like she cleans the kitchencounter. It made me feel small. Somehow this fueled a deep excitementwithin me that I hadn't known before. The feeling of being. I dripped sweat on her blouse.She said, "Oops, you're all sweaty. Isn't it too hot for all that exercise?" No," I said. I stripped to my shorts and went to the kitchen and plugged in the percolator. While the coffee was brewing I took a shower in the kitchen stall. As I stepped out and dried with a towel, Martha was stirring her coffee in the dining room and taking a sip.She said, "Damn, I have such a headache." Don't you ever take time off?" I took a day for the beach, remember? And I get the. She escorted me inside, had me sit down on a chair near the closet. “I think it’s time that I show you my complete appreciation for what you did for us,” she said, and proceeded to slowly and sensually remove her top, exposing her small, but lovely tits. Cindy moved over to the chair and put her arms behind my head. “Please let me offer myself to you, for what you did.”I admit I was taken aback by Cindy’s boldness—from our previous correspondence, this was the last thing that I expected from.