I'mso very thankful to him. I keep his house and do hislaundry a couple of days a week. Mummy says that it is goodpractise before I get married to a n...ce man. I hadn'tthought of that yet and I told my parents so, but they said it's just a question of time before I will think of it.I loved going to school. After the six weeks we were askedby the head teacher which of us girls wanted to go backbeing a boy again. No one did. I told the headmaster that Iwas already on hormones to become a real. You can touch too but I’m still messy down there. You can’t fuck me though. I’d like to but I promised Mom.”I looked her over and touched a few places which tickled her. “Here, let me show you how to make it feel good for me and not tickle.” That lesson went well for a few minutes, then, “Drop your drawers so I can make you feel good.” She fondled my steel rod and then bent over and damn near swallowed it. My prostate let go and she giggled as well as you can with a mouthful of shaft and semen.. "C'mon, now. I can't very well guess what you want, so you're going to have to ask for it to get it," I say with a smirk.I slow my strokes down, making sure to move my hand according to your hips' bucking so I slip into you only as fast and deep as I want.The maddening teasing effects you, a frustrated groan escaping you."Ple-ease make me cum," you pant.Smiling, I move my other hand up your side, your back arcing into the touch."That wasn't overly convincing on what you want me to do," I. Yes, I had boyfriends from fifteen, sexually active from eighteen. Okay, so I was a little prudish with whom but when I wanted it, I took it. When I wanted to try something new, I did it. I didn’t believe in holding back… and yet when I came to work for William, that had all stopped. I wore discrete clothing to ensure I didn’t come across slutty. I have always been proud of my body. Maybe I was small in stature, but I had ample attributes and I, like any girl, love to show them off to their.