I roll on my back and she straddles my face, her pussy lipsright over my open mouth and...She pees in your mouth?Yes...And you drink it?Yes...And then...We get up and I can take off my "pajamas" and go take a showerAnd than?Then she dresses me up for work.Dresses you up?Yes, she selects the clothes for me to wear to work under my regularclothes and puts them on me. She really enjoys dressing me up...And what else do you wear to work under your clothes?Pantyhose, stockings, garters, one-piece. “Are you okay?” I asked her, “Can I do anything to help?” It was apparent that there were many things that I wanted to do to her and I made no attempt to hide that as my eyes left her face and focused on her breasts, then made their way down her half-zipped coat to her pleated skirt and back up again.A small smile crept across her face and stayed as she spoke, “Mr. Anthony, is Lucinda here? She told me I could come over after the game and we could hang out. You know, talk and stuff.”I. Through her crying, she told me that she’d been out with some girl friends for the evening and that Jake, her partner, was doing the same with his regular bunch of buddies. Sophie had had some kind of disagreement with one of the girls and had decided to go home early. The problem was that when she got there, she walked in on Jake fucking another girl not only that but he was “FUCKING HIS SISTER! Fucking his fucking sister naked on our bed” she shouted and burst into more floods of tears.When. " He turned to Robert. "You treat this girl right.She is something special. And your movie night next week? You take her.Treat her. I'll make sure that one of the boys drives you in, andsomebody picks you up."The family went in for dinner at about 6 p.m. and Rachael enjoyed awonderful chicken dinner. The chicken was from the Peters', and Rachaelmade Mrs. Jackson promise to teach her how to prepare it. It was astender as store-bought. The woman agreed, only if Rachael would teachher how to make.