I had given written him a metaphorical blank check with my body and said he could treat me like the others. I also was acting on the presumption that ...here are some lines he just wouldn’t cross with me like sticking his dick or his fingers inside me.However, now he was ready to line us up and inspect the four of us outside before he let me go in and get dressed.“Master Justin, it is almost time for me to go home. I appreciate you all letting me be part of this, and I know I stayed past the. “If it’s futa-cock you want, I have plenty.”“But she’s a MILF.” A shiver ran through her. “A mommy. It’s so much hotter with her. She controlled me. Disciplined me. She treated me like a daughter should be treated. And I don’t mean the sex stuff. She didn’t want to be my best friend. Didn’t let me do whatever I wanted. She’s everything my mother’s not.”I blinked at that. “You sound like you’re in love or something.”“Or something.” She smiled. “I hope you don’t mind sharing your mom with me. I’m. The new apartment is not big enough for both of us. I'm almost 16. And besides you need your own space” I could hear him thinking about. “Hmm… hmm….” Margret had put the wig on my head and as she stood there adjusting it to perfection. I saw myself right there as a girl. A beautiful looking female and it instantly made me tear up. I could see in the mirror that margret was very pleased with the outcome of her daughter. “Ok…. You can move in with her. If everything is ok with Margret. Ok?” I was. Feel it with the skin of my own hands. See it living with my own eyes. So I decided to experiment, play with fire.It was not easy to evade my housekeepers, my house’s security detail. But I could sometimes escape off into the edges of our estate, dash through the hedges and topiaries and find my way to the far end of our property, past the pool, where there was a cut between the perimeter fence and the pool house.There, I would play controlled burns with matches I swiped from the kitchen and.