“Nope. We assumed you would cook!” Elyse declared with a silly smile.“Ah yes,” I moaned, “the two princesses lounge around while the manserv...nt does all the work!”“You know, I COULD sleep on the sofa, Yankee!” Stephie teased.“The other thing I’m good for,” I said with faux annoyance. “Sex. You two just can’t accept me for who I am, a strong, independent man! All I am to you two is a sex object and a kitchen slave!”That last sentence was said with a faux whine, and when I’d said it, I couldn’t. As I went to brush him away again he grabbed my hand and firmly set it down at my side.Fear seized me. What was he doing? Why?I lay there shaking and his hand roamed my body. Petting me and smoothing over my side and breasts. My breathing was so deep, he must know I was awake, but I didn't move. couldn't move. I felt his fingers expertly unbutton my jean shorts and slide them slightly down to my knees. I grabbed at them, trying to pull them back up, but his hand pressed mine down again, I. All the while you protested that theneighbors might hear. These complaints stopped afterI threatened to take you out front and tan your fannyso they could witness you getting punished as well.After your hurried efforts had passed my inspection,I had you fetch a towel and bring it to me so I could dryyou off. You did as you were told and I rubbed you downswiftly and thoroughly, making sure to go after every dropof water on your shivering body. Once you were reasonablydry, I marched you into our. No, not on the knees, use my thighs. That's right now slowly press down. Ok hold it there." I coached him along, the thing that he was looking down at, was my outlined cuntlips, but this time close up. I held that pose for a minute and then said "Ok let me push my legs up slowly."I stood up and stretched, I was fairly limber from ballet and dance classes, I really could have done this on my own. My purpose however, was to get Tim's hands on my body. The next maneuver would get his hands.