I was also taught how to cook and serve meals. These lessons were not taught by a Mistress, however, but by a feminized male such as myself. Charlotte...was her name, just as mine was Terri. Neither of us had been born with these names, but that is how the Mistress' referred to us, so that is who we were.Charlotte taught me how to set a beautiful table, and how to prepare meals. I learned this well, and I was often serving my Mistress and a group of her friends. I obeyed their commands well, and. I turned back to Toby. I almost asked him if he could get them to take it a little easier on her. But one look at the smirk on his face and I knew I'd be wasting my breath. And I suspect that in a very short time I'm going to need all the breath I can get.I inched forward between his muscular legs and stared down at his throbbing cock. I thought I was scared before! Multiply that by two now. But looking at that thick rod of hard male flesh is taking my breath away. I may be scared, but I want. 3 centimeters to jerk in my pants.She looked amazing, and I saw her face react to the pressure in my jeans. If Arial hadn’t been watching us, I would have likely kissed my mother, very passionately.“Mother!”I let her go, smelling the distinct fragrance of noodles being cooked. This might be a bigger deal than I first thought. Making our favorite meal from our youth must mean something.“Get a room,” my father’s voice said coming from behind me.“Hey Jeffrey,” I said to give him grief.“Has. Ricky opened the door & his jaw dropped when he saw the blond vixen standing in front him.Pixie was wearing white crop top which showed off her toned stomach & a pink tight mini skirt & white high socks, her hair was tired back in a ponytail & she on black eyeshadow & pink lip gloss Both guys must have been standing for an uncomfortably long time because Pixie began to become a little inpatient & huffed while glancing at her watch.It took a beat for Ricky to snap out of the trance that seeing.