While she began to inform me, she sat there and painted my toenails bright red. I told her I would do anything if she would unlock my cage and let met...uch my little dickie. She said she would unlock me and let me put mytiny little dickie in her sweet pussy when I had finished a little taskshe had dreamed up. A little task??? I have to shave my legs, keep my toes painted, wearpanties, stockings, garter, and a pretty pink bow on my cb200, and pleaseher with my mouth at her command, untill I. They both were polite and cordial to me, but their mutual heat was evident.I suggested that I drive us back to our house and insisted that they sit together in the back as I drove. Looking in the rear view mirror a few minutes later, it was hard not to watch as Susan had her tongue down his throat as they made-out in the backseat. His hand cupped her breast. I smiled to myself and was pleased. It was all I could do not to cum in my pants right there!Arriving at our house, I suggested that we. Even my heart beat the word no. What worried me were the other places that I felt a pent up yes that only needed a touch to be released. No, I insisted, never again.I showered and dressed for the day, before slipping into the dim living room. John was still breathing the slow rhythm of sleep. I got my book bag and heavy coat and left without waking him. It was too early for class, but I needed time to think.I went to my bus stop and caught the bus to campus. There was a little coffee shop. I had assumed my life was ruined, or at the very least, I'd be giving Jose a huge raise and a life-long position as my gardener."You like sucking dick, huh Mr. Jenson? Or maybe I call you Sissy. You'd like that huh, slut?"Actually, I referred to myself as Jamie, a feminization of my given name James, but I wasn't about to argue with Jose. "Or maybe I just call you bitch," he laughed as he grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch. I felt the heat radiating from his tool and smelled the.