"Seems the sissy enjoyed that, too." I turned my face to avoid her eyes. Iheard a soft chuckle. At least, I thought, she had indicated she had enjoyed...t. Somehow this pleased me, even as I wished I could cum. "It's OK,sissy," Miss Emily continued. "I think it's cute. Now help me get dressed."I got off the floor. My jaw ached and I could smell her drying juices on myface. I helped her get dressed. First the panties, then a white sleevelessT-shirt, her red warm-up pants and a gray sweatshirt. She. I started toward the door, only to be stopped by Sheila. I doubt she ever appreciated the impact of her hand on my arm. Not even Gerald gets in my way when my head is down. It didn't hurt that she had already found the ideal solution—let Jo handle it.The staff respected me. Sheila was fast becoming the Lady of the House. Jo was the brat with a mean streak. Where the joke was practical or verbal, everyone in the room had reason to tread lightly. They had since she was twelve. If you ever saw. She looked up questioningly. ‘Gotta pay the toll, babe’ She smiled before stretching up to kiss him on the lips. He let her go, and she smiled lovingly down at him. ‘You guys are too cute,’ Tori mumbled against my chest. Ben smiled, a little embarrassed. ‘What can I say, I’m a cute guy.’ Abby resumed the process of untangling herself from her lover. When all her limbs were free, she placed her hands against Ben’s chest and began to push her upper body away from his. When she was seated. For years, I have come in the middle of the night bearing gifts, having listened to you as you share your deepest desires with me. So, you have come to trust me, and to see me as your friend. You've been told that I am a voyeur at heart, and that I see you when you sleep and know when you're awake, but you find that thought comforting. After all, I know you better than any any other man could possibly know you, for every time you sit on my lap, you give me a piece of yourself. And, yes, I.