Master James wasturning me into a sissy maid! How could this be happening to me? Itossed and turned until about 4am when I heard them going at it ag...in.Her moans were evidence of her enjoyment of sex with him. At aroundsunup I heard Master call, "Carla get your ass in here." I got up andwent to their room. Their room, it used to be our room just a few hoursago! "Yes Master James, how can I serve you?" He told me, "It's time foryour cleanup duties. Get to it." My spirit had been broken. Almost as if she was checking the size of it. ''Oh, sorry,'' she mumbled dropping her hand. She rolled off of her side and onto her back, she tried to stretch but then changed her mind.''How are you feeling Emma?'' I asked.''Fucked.'' she replied bluntly, ''But without actually being fucked.''I smiled and let out a short laugh, ''I think you're going to fit right in over there.'' I told her. I couldn't see her eyes through the damn glasses she was wearing, but she shifted a little, ''It's. He was reaching up, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers while giving her short, jerky fuck-lunges with his prick. With another little gasp, she lowered her face until her tits tickled across his chest. They kissed hard, Byron groaning as she gave him her tongue to suck. Her hips began to grind. With another gaspy kiss, the girl raised her body, rocking forward until just the fat prickhead was inside the powerful ring of her cuntal muscles."God!" he blurted.Marcie made the. . and ... and", she kept going on making excuses like her old self, possible the effect of the margarita had already worn off he though."Oh dear, never mind that" Rob said, "You smell absolutely wonderful, did not know your sweat could be so lovely or is it the margarita that I taste. Don't shower, I am horny and could lick it of your body, please let me!" "It makes me think like I am licking a wild Orchid with the rain just fallen on it!", Rob spoke softly and sweet and kept on making.