The last thing I want is mommy knowing I'mworking as a girl wearing a dress, please Miley don't tell her." Don't worry little Sissy sister, you wear t...e clothes I tell you towear and I won't tell mommy. But from now on the minute you get homefrom work, you're going to be wearing a dress or a skirt. No more pantsor jeans. When mommy comes home you can change into some of my oldshorts which are girly anyway. You can at least take your dress or skirtoff then. You're always going to be wearing. I give you one last hard suck on your balls and you flinch. I stop just for a moment to tease you. I know you're close and dying for me to suck your cock dry.I return to sucking the shaft and you grab my head, pushing me down as you try and gain back control. I allow it for now. I gag slightly as your hard cock hits the back of my throat but it doesn't stop me. I want to drink it all and taste your cum again and again. Wrapping your hand in my long red hair you push me down forcing me to take. She sat down on the couch and instructed him to kneel in front of her between her legs. Her fingers played over her wetness as she told him what he was looking at. ‘This is here is my pussy. Properly taken care of, it will provide us both with a lot of pleasure. Now watch me as I pleasure myself, when I tell you too, I want you to do it to me.’ Chloe’s fingers began to run up and down her lips, lightly parting them. She pushed a single finger into her and her other hand began rubbing her clit. While I like the privacy of a house, it is difficult to maintain it when I’m on the road so often. Therefore, when I met a single mother who was struggling to make ends meet, it seemed like a perfect solution for her and her daughter to move in with me. Doris was in her mid-forties, as was I. Her daughter, Karen, was twenty-three, taking college courses online, and working for a local real estate agent. She was very petite, with blondish brown hair, and well proportioned.My house has three.