"When you were at your mother's house, you helped her in the kitchen. She did not even have to ask you. You set the table, you laid out the food, you ...ashed the dishes afterwards. I could not believe that. No man in my village would ever do that. Not even Appa."This might not be the moment for Tony to mention the many scoldings and lectures his mother had given him to get him to behave that way."Let me do what is truly woman's work. But only in the bedroom, and only when I ask you. Do not even. A curved couch stood against the far wall and they seated themselves together, Vivienne between them, their feast laid out before them on the coffee table. ‘Are your gatherings always such a pleasure, Vivienne?’ Sarah murmured over the mushroom melting upon her tongue and the spiked warmth still flowing within her loins. ‘Always,’ Vivienne replied softly. ‘We have so much to show you, a world of delight for your senses. This is a very special place in these times. And please, just call me Vi.’. But one incident that happened here deserves mention. While we wereplaying around one day, she teased me with some lipstick and said Iwould look very pretty as a girl. Sensing an opportunity, I winked ather and asked her to go ahead.She then proceeded to put make up on my face, with mascara, lipstick,eye shadow and the works. I did look quite pretty, but she stoppedthere, not really making me wear anything effeminate. Later she told methat she found the entire process disgusting and would. Mommy pulled me over to her pulled me to my knees and ordered me to take a closer look at her toilet.“Mommy needs her nasty little sissy girl to be in no doubt that she is mine to own and the best way to demonstrate your desire to serve me is to become my personal toilet slave! So why don’t you show both of us just how much you’re willing to degrade yourself, to be humiliated and scorned! Lift up the lid with your naughty sissy mouth and lick my toilet seat! Let’s remove sissy’s pacifier and.