Chrissy begged for it. Begged to wear them and shown off for MissClarke's enjoyment. Turning to Miss Moore, the sissy asked if she'd allowhim to serve...them both downstairs as there French Maid, at afternoon teaand afterwards finish her chores. The temptress pretended to hem and haw,but there was no debate."For you're information, the sissy was hand washing my intimates, weren'tyou? A little service for us both and then some just for me! I'd like tokeep Chrissy here for a week to continue his. It wasn't far, not like Tommy's was going to be, but she didn't gag. She wanted to do it for Tommy. But she figured she would have to be very careful of that. She had to think of ways to get Tommy more active. It was going to be hard not getting sex so many times a day, even if she detested the man giving it to her. She figured Randy was doing her a minimum of five times a day, not counting the blowjob in the morning. She didn't count that, because it was a chore to her and she never. Hector reached down a second time and this time he slid a finger into her pussy and felt her up, then pulled the finger out and brought it to his mouth and tasted her juices. Ginger left her skirt hiked up as we slid the table back in place and began to eat our meal. Hector and our waiter were very attentive all through the meal, constantly refreshing our drinks and asking if there was anything else we wanted. After we finished our meal, the waiter cleared our plates and Hector came over. We've got two choices: either roll over and take it and let them win or we can rebel. Granted, the way we rebel may seem small, but boys and girls looking at each other and communicating even in small, subtle ways and pushing the limits gives us hope. Hope of a somewhat normal life and it also gives us a measure of pride knowing we're beating them at their own game. Like teenagers the world over, it's our God-given duty to question authority, to push the boundaries to effect change and to see.