This is not reallyautobiographical, but rather an extrapolation of a real event. Asbackground, I am a really good looking slim but athletic guy. I gue...s Iam a bit effeminate or maybe pretty, but still no one in my day to daylife thinks I am gay or bi. I also love girls, but not just girls. I havealways loved panties, and have been dressing and going out dressed foryears, ever since a visit to a TV Boutique in Manhattan 10 year ago now.When dressed, I am a slut. It's a chance to be vulnerable,. I was told to drive up to the front entrance, get out of my car, get my bags with all the things Mistress had be having me buy, leave my keys, wallet and ID in the car, and kneel at the front door of her house.At this point I began to feel nervous that something bad was going to happen, but I was horny and was dying to meet the Mistress that had been guiding me through so many nights of orgasms. I did as I was instructed to do walked up to the front door, placed my bags down and kneeled.I was. I walk out the room leaving his door open just a crack. After about 15 minutes my stomach growls louder begging for food. I walk back to Justin's room and peek through the crack. I can see him on his bed with his hand under the blanket, his hand constantly moving up and down while watching something on the laptop. I cant see exactly what hes doing and I've never seen someone do that so I silently continue to watch. I see him start to breathe heavily and I watch his abs contract as he let's out. .. When they had caught me I tried to run, but the mother cast some kind of spell, which rooted me to the spot. I knew that if I was caught again I faced at least 10 years in prison. The pair of them walked around me, circling like a pair of dogs waiting to close in for the kill. The mother Emily and her daughter Lucy were both endowed with the power of magic. I looked at them not initially fearing them but somewhat concerned that I couldn't move.'Well, well Mummy. What have we here?' said the.