The barrista did not see the past, though. Did not see what could have, should have been. The server saw the differences. He saw the dirty face, the u...shaven jaw, the tousled hair. He saw the rumpled suit jacket with the ripped shoulder seam, and he saw the soiled trousers with their fraying herringbone pinstripe. Raised to be preternaturally alert for these new, urban hazards, the young man noticed the elder as soon as the latter paused outside the cafe. Also trained to be civil and to avoid. I thoughtthe dance class was hard, but this class turned out to be the mostdifficult. Miss Johnson expected both Jack and me to help the girls withanything they needed as well as to make sure we were appropriatelyattired. She said that as maids, our main function would be to help ourmothers dress and prepare for their activities. It might be some formalaffair or maybe a dance class. We were to be prepared to do nails, helpwith makeup, hold panties out, zip or unzip dresses, hook clasps on. My cock was already beginning to rise.As we unloaded the groceries, she brushed her breasts against me, several times. These 'accidental' encounters made my cock come to rock hard full erection. Diana glanced at my crotch, smiled and before long, she passed in front of me and, again 'accidentally', brushed her tight, round ass against my hard cock.When the groceries had all been put away and I was preparing to leave, Diana said, Don't rush off Rob. Let's sit down and have a cup of coffee. She. I started stroking it again and he kissed melong and deep. He undid the top button of my jeans and I panicked crazilyfor a moment until he hushed me saying "don't worry baby, I've know what'sunder there and I've always wanted a sissy like you", he pulled my jeansdown a little and started stroking my cock through the lace. His tonecompletely changed then, it was no longer tender he was totally commandingfrom that moment on"That's just what you are isn't it, k**, a little sissy" Mmm yes", I.