"Yeah, I guess so," I replied. Before I could even finish she had slapped me in face."Is that the proper way to address me bitch?" she inquired."No mi...tress," I replied."Mistress?" she laughed. "Oh no my little bitch. A mistress doesn't have a 9 inch cock, does she?" I remained silent. "Only a master has a 9 inch cock." Yes master," I replied obediently."Better, my little cock slave," she cooed as he shivered with fear. "Is that what you are, my little cock slave?" Yes master," I replied."Out. She hurried to write her employer. They too knew that this wouldhappen. Allison had made a deal month ago. She would get a month off toget used to her old body. At least that was what she had told them.Allison had no intention to remain a small little boy.In the back of her closet, behind clothing she maybe never wear again,was an old outfit from her childhood. Hopefully she wouldn't have towear it long. At last she snatched her keys and an envelope with cash.It took her a half hour to reach a. When she sat back, she looked at Jo and said “Thank you, Mistress, for letting your husband fuck my tight little ass, cum in it, and let me clean up all the cum.”Jen smiled, watching this sexy little minx play this game up. “You’re welcome. Now go into the bathroom and clean yourself up.”Jo left the room and Jen said to Matt, “Well, how was your first ass?”“It was fantastic, but I’m still in shock over this, Jen. Until yesterday, we had never even tried something like this, and now you let me. I had at the time a mini van, it was all that I could afford so we fixed it up with curtains at the windows, we borrowed a double airbed and sleeping bag and off we went. We would drive about mostly heading north and find somewhere to park over night to sleep; all the holiday would cost was fuel and food.By this time she had at last gotten in to her head, mostly from me repeatedly telling her, that she was pretty with a great figure and good set of tits on her; it had not been easy or quick but.