She was cumming all over my fingers, her body swaying gently now, as if moved by a soft breeze. Her orgasm was much longer than any of mine had ever b...en and I jealously tapped her clitty. She lay in front of me, her legs spread wide, knees now resting on the bed, gasping for air and rubbing her own breasts. “Fuck, that was good.” she said and smiled. “Come here,” she said and this time put her own middle and ring fingers inside her mouth, coating them with her spit, pushing the pillows off. The text had been short and vague, with no pleasantries at all. It was so unlike him. It read, “meet me at the following address... ,” and it proceeded to give a street address. Finally, the text said that you were expected. What the fuck does that mean?Once you put it in the GPS, you could tell it was near downtown, but you had never heard of the street. The whole time you are driving, you are wondering why you are even going based on such a rude text.The answer was simple. The sex was. “Everyone meet back at the car at two, alright?” said Roy, giving optimistic glances around the group. “Then we’ll head back home and get ready for Todd’s barbeque”. Nobody replied. Julia put her arm around Roy and started walking up the street. Elena and Maria both waved back at me as they went over the road and turned the corner. ‘Great’ I thought as I began to wonder down the street, tracing the footsteps Roy and Julia had made moments before. ‘Another year, another couple of hours to waste. Ham sandwich." To which my father curtsied and got to work.There was a silence as my father got to work making lunch that seemed to goon forever, but in my shocked state I had no concept of time. FinallyClaire broke it by saying, "I can see you are confused, and I understandthat. You see your father is now what is called a sissy maid, he dresses infrilly girly dresses and does what he is told. He is dressed in this way atall times he is at home and on occasion outside as well. He has a.