" Yes Madame." Fishnet stockings!" Madame?" I inquired."You are here to complete house work girl, not to solicit your wares."I shivered at being refer...ed to as a girl. It was one of my favouritethrills, knowing I was classed not as a man as I should be...but as agirl!"Yes Madame....sorry Madame." There may be a time when you are required for such a service, but nottoday."I could not believe these words; I would be used as a hooker! But thenof course I knew she could do with me as she pleased.. And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt. I could feel my body stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shaft with my juice, welcoming this alien intruder into my center. Faster and faster. Ohh...so salty...and again, so intimate. I begin to apply pressure to the backs of Your thighs, pushing upwards towards Your wonderful ass. I take a moment to press on Your inner thighs, moving Your legs apart ever so slightly. It’s enough to get at Your balls. As I’m massaging Your glutes with my hands I surprise You by leaning in and fondling Your balls and taint with my tongue. I don’t touch Your beautiful cock but I can tell You’re enjoying all the attention: I can see You're rock hard. And. Cassie’s mother looked like an older version of her. Thin with nice tits. She wore a sleeveless black dress that opened near the top giving me a view of her jugs. I lit the candles on the cake and the other waiters and I sang happy birthday to her. She blew out the candles and I asked if there was anything else they would like. Cassie blushed and quietly asked, “Yes, um, can I have some amour sauce on my cake please?” “Certainly” I answered as I exposed myself to this just legal teen in front.