"Before I paint your nails, sissy Simonne, you may help me dress," shecommanded."Help you dress, Mistress Melissa?" he asked tentatively.He'd never he...ped anyone dress before. Not even Miss Linda."Of course, help me dress. It's part of your training. And must becomeone of your required duties. Along with bathing me, making me up,styling my hair. Even performing my toilette. Douching me and, wellyou know, assisting me in the same way you did a while ago. On thepotty." Oh Mistress Melissa!. Donna kept her hand on Tony's blood-choked hard-on, the other sliding into the waist of Michael's pants and under his shorts. She squeezed the flesh of his young ass. Donna smiled dreamily up at the face of her youngest, the tip of her tongue moving slowly over her lips. She tasted a drop of semen at one corner and her smile spread wider. She moved her hand on Tony's cock, rubbing it up and down and feeling the length through his tented pants. "Mmm...You feel so good to me, Tony," she purred. "So what are the coordinates," he asked."I'm sitting beside the natural trail now," I said. "The route they would have to take leaves them in the open for a few hundred yards. It won't me much time but it is better than nothing." You got it. Don't judge the professor so harshly. He has to get along there after you take your toys and go home. It's just how things are done," The Colonel said."Next time you need someone to sell out, don't send me," I said."The Roman's knew, if you pay tribute you. …thirsty…, she said in a hoarse voice. I turned off my game and brought her a glass of ice water. Thanks, she whispered. She was trying to collect herself. She moved very gingerly as she tried to stand. She fell back on the couch twice. I helped her up. Thanks again. She smiled at me. Its hot in here. Oh my God Im sweating. Are you hot, she asked? Kinda, yeah. Porch, I asked? Uh-huh. We sat on the porch. Id gotten her a pitcher of water with ice in it. We sat on the patio and talked. Before I.