Here, there was the makings of a living space. A table with four chairs and a lumpy looking couch took up a portion of the floor area. What looked lik... a state of the art entertainment system took up center stage in front of the seating area, with an oversize flat screen TV and a few peripherals. Marissa heard footsteps and turned to see Patrick coming in carrying a black leather bag. He walked by her and placed the bag by the couch, then came back to her. She watched him approach, a kind of. Kissing first my neck, then slowly nibbling his way behind my ear, tingles ripple down my spine and spark my already moist pussy. His lips now firmly on mine, our tongues entwined, we share breath and brine. Expertly his hand releases the catch of my lacy bra, my breasts released to play. Slowly lifting my top and bra clear I feel the summer nights gentle breeze on my skin. Nipples harden with the squeeze of his hard fingers and the suck of his mouth. I pull his head in close, relishing the. Then, right in front of my eyes, he reached down with both hands and started washing his cock.... with both hands! I felt a gush a wetness leak into my panties and I had to take a deep breath in order to keep from falling out of the chair. He used one hand to gently wash his balls, and started stroking that beautiful penis with the other hand. The soapy suds created a lewd sound as his hand slipped up and down his organ, and then if that wasn't enough, he started to get an erection. He smiled. "Even though, as you admit, it's demeaning?"He said nothing."Which makes you a sissy maid."He still said nothing."Your silence says everything," she pointed out. "Admit it. What are you?Let me hear you say it."He gave her a pleading look, but she just stared back. Under herwithering gaze he looked at his feet and mumbled, "OK, OK, I'm a sissymaid." What's that? I didn't hear you."He said more clearly, "I'm a sissy maid."Sorry -- WHAT kind of maid are you?" I'm a SISSY maid," he answered, still.