" If you're that rich and you obviously are, why don't you have servants?" I had a butler once but it didn't work out, I just prefer to do things myse...f." Independent eh?" Very." I could be your maid," she giggled, "A personal maid." Yeah stockings and mini skirt." I bought some of those this afternoon, I've never worn them before, but I gather most men like them." Wrong," I laughed, "They LOVE them as you'll find out no doubt, later on in your life." I'm not bothered what other men like," she. The rules had been extensive. She was to move into Lisa's room and startcalling herself Lisa. Lisa had already dressed more appropriate for a 17 yearsold and with the makeup she looked very convincing. They smiled as Thea, nowLisa, saw what they had put out for her. It was one of Lisa's old Sunday dresswith both petticoats and ruffles. Lisa had out grown it several years ago andit had been stored in the attic ever since. When they had dressed her they both fell on the bed laughing. Thea. “Yes, I remember. Use my body however you want, Master. I’m your slave,” she whispered with her heart (and pussy) overflowing. She was finally home.Continuing to familiarize himself with his new toy, he moved up and began sodomizing her with his tongue. The homeless shelter she stayed at must have had some good showers, because Holly might as well have had her anus bleached. As he plunged his tongue into her over and over, he reached up and began thumbing her pussy. Holly had her face buried in. Yann had gone all out this time. In addition to the shoes, he'd bought make-up, jewelry and re-styled his hair to be more feminine. The dress itself was very simple; the proverbial little black dress. It was sleeveless - which surprisingly gave the second biggest clue that he was a guy and not a flat-chested chick - with a v-neck and a mid-thigh hemline.The biggest clue was the vulgar dick prominently outlined standing against Yann's stomach. The 'panties' he chosen for the night include a.