I asked, Shall I take down the pain in few minutes? She: No. Me: I forced her to have massage around navel as I know massaging. She: Forces fully agre...d. Me: Where is olive oil? She: Inside the wardrobe. Me: I went and get the oil. And I lifted up her T-shirt. She wrapped T-shirt till her boobs and didn’t let me see her boobs. I was feeling WTF! I started to do massage and she slowly started to moan.. haanana haan ahaan mmmm. I slowly started the move towards her breast area. She removed my. ." she broke off in mid sentence again staring at the floor."Well Kaitlin, if you have a problem with it we can always re-asses your employment here" Oh no, mistress it is fine. I am sorry!" Her obvious shame showed on her face as she walked to my side and began to aid me in getting undressed.I stood still, heart pounding hard with each button she undid on my blouse. Occasionally her hand would brush up against my breast, bringing them to full attention. I could feel my panties dampen as she. Mattie had been born with a micro penis, she was an XY male. She had also suffered Testicular Atrophy, small balls. In her High Schools years she had her small ball sack removed and her small balls simply tucked against her lower pelvis. They were not noticeable. Letting the pubic hair grow, it completely covered her pencil thin, 1 inch long penis completely. It always drooped, hanging slack and hidden. It was then she decided to be a T Girl and made the transition to Transvestite. In her. The bar had closed down and it was obvious that the party was basically over. I managed to hide myself in the kitchen looking busy rearranging food on a plate as the last guests trickled out. The caterers were still there, but Maria indicated to them that she would finish cleaning up the following day. She tipped them and they also walked out. All of a sudden we were alone and the house was quiet except for the soft jazz music playing in the background. She looked at me with hunger in her eyes..