‘I want you to do bad things to me. I want to be your dirty little kitty.’Those were my last ‘human’ words for a while, and she took them to h...art, using me as I needed and wanted to be used. Roughly, she turned me over, pushing me into the mattress with her weight, her strength fueled by lust.‘Don’t move!’ she commanded, and I obeyed, laying there, her legs straddling my waist, the warm wetness of her pussy rubbing against the small of my back as she reached drew her nails over my shoulder. My tool touched her pussy through her panty and I wanted to tear off her panty and wanted to stick my dick in her cunt. I embraced her in my arms and pressed her hips to my dick but at that moment someone rang the door bell. She asked me to remain in the room and headed toward the outer door. I heard the voice of my wife when my mother in law opened the door. I immediately lied on the bed and covered my body with a sheet. My body was trembling like anything to hear the voice of my wife and I. Was that really enough to get him labeled as creepy? If so, that was pretty lame.He put aside his thoughts, and practiced another song. After several times through it, he paused and got out his cell phone. He set it to record and played the song on his flute. Afterward, he replayed the recording listening to his playing. He decided that a couple of passages were a little rough, so he focused his practice on those portions. He repeated the process until he felt that he had gotten it as correct. You will get used to it."Courtney said, "You better get started cleaning before my mother getshome. I am going to the mall with friends. Make sure you do my laundrythat I brought home from school. Make sure you iron my pleated tennisskirt because I am playing tomorrow. Toodles."I did not fully understand what I had gotten myself into. I was to bethe servant of my ex-wife and step-daughter? It was humiliating. Myuniform was not something a man would possibly wear. I know inScotland, men.