My first lesson in cunnilingus was going very well, when she started to cum very loudly, squeezing her thighs tightly around my head.I had not cum yet... and I was told never to cum without permission. My pussy was throbbing but I nodded, understanding.We bathed together again and she dressed me in a very pretty flowered dress and a pink ribbon in my hair.She showed me around the rooms. It was clear that Miss Maggie was the Mistress of the house and garnered a lot of respect from the staff and. Fetlock, are you all right?? Astoundingly the ?Financial Times? was still in Cleo’s clamped jaw. I had locked the office door, so there was no worry about propriety.Finally, Cleo crawled under her desk, and I dropped the dog-whip, almost expiring in silent laughter. Oh, it should have been videotaped and sold at Clips dot com or something. Wonderful, wonderful physical comedy.And then, if you can believe it, Cleo came BACK out from under her desk, and unzipped my pants, pulling my long cock. I walk to the wall and pull down an ankle spreader. I return to where you are standing, and lock your ankles into the spreader, keeping them spread the way they are. “How do you feel slave?” I ask as I walk back to the wall and examine various whips and paddles. “Anxious Master,” you reply, as I choose a whip from the wall and walk up behind you. “That is a good state to be in slave. Nervous, but excited is how you should feel.” I tell you as I take a firm hold of the whip, which has a handle. I said I always wanted to be a girl. I didn't say I was gay.I'm not gay." Look, Darla," I said, recovering, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I guessI just assumed..." That if I wanted to be a girl, I must be gay?" she finished for me."Well... yes."She shook her head slowly. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. A lot ofpeople would think that. No, I never wanted to make love to a man while Iwas male. I mean, not really. It's sort of confusing." I'm trying to understand," I assured her.More sure of.