. “Hey, perv...” she blurts out, snickering and then curls her upper lip, shakes her head arrogantly. I can smell peppermint on her breath.She the... arches her eyebrows, steeples her hands and giggles seductively.“Shh! Don’t be so loud! Someone might hear you!” I chide her, in a hushed voice.“No one’s here! The parents are still in Colorado, dumbass! I was going to sneak over to my friend’s, but her parents are in full doomsday mode, won’t let anyone over, like they think it’s about to be The. "BAM!"Still low, make sure you're using the front sights, line up both sights."BAM!"And he's down! Nice one! Couple more now."And so it went. They all did fairly well, everyone but Patsy had several kills. This was what I wanted, they had to get their hands dirty. But Patsy bothered me. She almost seemed to be missing on purpose.Kaitlyn rubbed up on me a few times. Erin grabbed my ass at one point, but nobody saw. Erin was right there at my door last night when I pulled my cock out of Kaitlyn's. " Jen nodded wiggled her hips trying to shift it into a position she could walk around with it. "Let's go to work bitch." Jen giggled and took Ashley's hand as they walked out the door to their car in the parking lot below.The first setting didn't get turned on until almost a half hour into their shift , and it hit Jen like a wave. She was helping a older lady find a special kind of herb from a large selection of them on a shelf. All Jen knew was one moment she was looking for the herb and. The milkingceremony is meant to be humiliating to the milkee, in other words me. Itjust ends with the host family collecting my sissy cream. I'm in for arough evening. That's for sure.Once inside, I look at that 'big board', the chalkboard with the variousclasses and our required outfits, tutus for ballet and such. My first'class' is maid service. My fellow sissies and I that are in this class,will serve a light breakfast to our teachers. Usually we are in our'classic' French maid.