I mean I’d like you to do it, Beth, if you will?’ ‘Of course I’d love to, silly! What are you going to call her?’ ‘Maid Elizabeth, of cour...e, silly!’ And he roared with laughter at her stunned expression. ‘Couldn’t be nothin’ else, now could it?’ That last summer of peace slipped away all too swiftly. Jack and Beth sailed ‘Maid Elizabeth’, abbreviated between them to the ‘Maid’, every day they could. She proved a lively sailer, quick and responsive if somewhat wet. Jack made plans for some. I know about your cross-dressing. I couldn't believe myluck. I don't even have to teach you how to dress up and put on make-upand all that stuff that women have to put up with. You even like doingit. All it'll take is a little practice to hone your skills, and you'llbe the perfect little housewife and fucktoy in no time."Somehow, as I lay there and moaned from pleasure as I was being fucked,I wasn't sure I disagreed."Naturally, it'll help that your brain isn't wired for this. It'llreceive input. I actually thought Natasha was quite pretty, especially after a year of training which slightly aged most girls and turned them into hollow shells. She would have served me just as well if I treated her a little better but the reason I chose her to be my personal slave was that I liked to hurt her. Her talented tongue made me cum and she happily swallowed before kissing the tip of my cock and sucking out any of my remaining sperm. "Thank you so much master. This cunt hopes you had a good. He had wanted to ensure that their first encounter wasn’t going to be seedy, so he booked a suite for the night and had already ordered the drink that he knew was her favourite. As she drew closer he had to fight to suppress his raging hard on. Pulling out the seat next to him at the bar, he put his hand in hers and drew her close to gently kiss her on the cheek. She smelled of Chanel No 5 and cigarettes. They made the usual small talk but they both knew the reason for the meeting. She was to.