Thus it's better to simply not let it out. If I were to cry on your shoulder one night, chances are each of my girls would fall apart the next day. It...s a heavy load I'm carrying here, not only the emotional load on myself, but everyone else's as well."And frankly, this whole 'mission' thing is just as treacherous. Everyone wants me to tell them how to live, or provide them a moral compass, but I'm resisting that as much as possible. The problem with morality is what starts out as simple,. Your hand moves closer and closer to my center. Just as I feel that I can't wait any longer, your hand surrounds me. My member is rock hard and dripping into your hand. It's a good thing that no one else is around. They would be surprised enough to see two girls playing with each other like this, but if they found out that one of them was not really a girl, I'm sure we would be in trouble.You turn away from me and lift the back of your skirt then reach to raise the hem of the front of mine. Now. . productions, I guess would be the best description."Houseboy, get your ass in here now!" Mistress Z called out in a stern almost pissed off tone."Yes, Mistress Z, I’m coming."I guess I'll find out what she or 'they' have planned soon enough, and quickly headed for the den thinking how Pavlovian I’d become during our role-play. When I entered the den, she wasn't wearing her wedding ring or anything else, as she stood there with her hands on her hips giving me a stern look. I quickly dropped my. It hung there, limp and small, and I felt the most immense sadness I had ever felt. I just couldn’t face her, the enormity of disrobing in front of another human being with all the shame inside myself, which just wouldn’t go away. It seemed like my junk was receding even further inside my body, becoming comically small. I sighed, pulled up my boxers and jeans, and zipped up. I opened the bathroom door and was about to leave, go upstairs and apologize to the beautiful woman waiting for me for.