I stopped at the house. When I got to the open door, I rang the bell and called out but nobody answered. Dad’s car was parked in the driveway (Darle...e heard a sharp intake of breath) and since the door was open, I came inside and started looking for him ... still calling out so he’d know I was there.When I got to the top of the stairs, it smelled like I’d walked into a whorehouse. I felt embarrassed, figuring that I must have come along at an inopportune time but I was there so I called out two. Woh jaate hi maine uske bathroom ke darawaze par ek chhed kar diya aur jake uske room mein uske bra aur panty ko soongh ne laga kya khusboo the uske mujh se aur raha nahin gaya mein pharan hila dala.aur inte zar karne laga uske ane ke time tak…Jaise woh ai pharan change karne ke liye bathroom chali gayi.uske baad mein meine apna ankh tika diya bathroom ke ched par maine dekha woh bra aur panty mein thi.use dekh kar phauran mera lund khara ho gaya.Woh bra kholte hi9 mujhe uske gore doodh aur. “Good boy” he said, “now let us see if your sissy hole knows how to accept a master’s cock”.I suddenly felt something much bigger than the headmaster’s fingers pushing ardently against the opening of what I now thought of as my boy cunt and I could here him utter a low groan as he tried, unsuccessfully, to penetrate my bowels. I strained to accommodate this new much larger object forcing its way in but, despite being told to relax and push back, I simply could not take in this man sized weapon.. That, plus the blonde wig he had me wear and a photo of a woman on the customer's side of the fence, sucking dick, added to the overall illusion.Thus, there I was, ready to go to work and make Duke some extra money. Well, I wasn't in the small room five minutes when in came my first "customer." A short, fat, bald guy, wearing an ugly looking plaid suit! Mr. Bernie! Checking out the new hire personally. I felt as if I was being auditioned, and I guess I was."Let's see how good you are, Chickie,".