“Well… I did tell mummy that I thought you would serve for her. I know this would be asking a lot of you Peter, but I’d be ever so grateful if y...u’d be Mummy’s maid. As a very special favour for me. Just this once.”How could I resist!“Yes, Miss, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”She reached over and planted a big wet kiss on my cheek.“Excellent, Peter. Now, we need to get you prepared, so, if you could be ready for 12.30 PM, I’ll drive you into town.”She stood up and shooed me out of her. Except for the dim light of the tablet the room was pitch black, and my keen eyesight could hardly make out her shadowy form.“Did I miss the timer’s alarm?” I asked, rubbing dry sticks out of my eyes. It was clearly not dawn.“No, I canceled it when I had to relieve myself,” she answered, “and since I was wide awake, I checked the weather map, which shows rain by mid-afternoon; Also, I sent a video message to the shuttle. We’ve been lax in keeping them informed and I was feeling guilty. When. Since both of us had got quite close, he obliged with no hesitation at all.To tell you guys the truth, I have quite a few gay friends who are gaga over me and I am a strong dominant top and love both guys. I have quite a few guys who just love the way I look and love my dick. ( by the way, I have an 8-inch dick with a pink head which becomes slightly dark pink when I am about to cum and have cum dripping from the tip of my cut dick)I especially love it when a guy licks the tip of my dick. It. She turned the chair away from the mirror and took off the band allowing Marion to fluff out her hair."Right." She announced. "Are you ready for this?" Marion nodded.Sylvie turned the chair back. There was silence as Marion stared at her reflection. Staring back was the face from a glossy fashion magazine."That's not me." She spluttered. Sylvie agreed."No, it's not you. I think that person is ... Marianne, yes Marianne. A beautiful lady of a certain age. Confident in herself, willing to take on.