I found that Cameron’s mom was a super cook. I really enjoyed stopping work to eat!Friday night we got into bed about 10:30 and once again, I was as...eep in minutes. Again I woke up. This time, I could feel his hand on my cock.. His hand was inside my PJ’s and his fingers were wrapped around my cock, my stiff cock. He was slowly stroking my boner. Hot dam, it felt good. I was super horny. So horny I didn't mind his advances.He rubbed my stiffie and I began to move my hips up and down in time. They always pick out something in satin and lace --something they wished they could wear themselves -- and pretend theirwives really want to dress like a French whore. It's the guys who wantto dress like tarts. You're just being more honest than most of them byadmitting to being a pantywaist. Don't raise your eyebrows at me! Youknow I'm right."I had no idea whether she was right because I'd never met a guy whoadmitted to a panty fetish. Of course, Erika was the only one to whomI've ever. I took breakfast up my Mistress as usual only to receive a tongue lashing from Her because Her tea wasn't hot enough. After apologising and grovelling, I was allowed to leave the room and to get on with my duties downstairs... until She arrived and, having decided She wanted to carry out an inspection of my attire appearance, started to check me over. Fingernails, hair, teeth and shave all passed muster as did the outer part of my uniform... then She used her crop to lift the front of my dress. I still had my eyes closed, but I heard her whisper “Please don't hurt yourself babe.” After a few hard squeezes of my empty anus, I was ready to continue.With a quick breath, I pushed on my opening with the toy again and it made a much smoother entrance this time. I started gradually getting it further and further and now I could really feel the stretching. I had to start slowly pumping it in and back out slightly, then further in and back out slightly. I continued like that as it got closer.