“Nice arse ... er? Mrs...” ventured Tess seeing the black clad, tightness of Ella’s bum and the giveaway gap of the crotchless garment. “Mrs R...ngrow actually,” replied Ella realising her tunic wasn’t completely lowered where she bent of the bed and patting it down. “Isn’t a knock on the door the polite thing any more,” she asked firmly. “Look Tess, it’s not what you think...”stammered a dismayed, cultured, skilled and caught in the act surgeon. “Look too Uncle Frank.I don’t care. Honestly .... That's when she looked up and pressed her plump lips against mine. I was utterly taken aback, me being older and not the most beautiful man in the country. When the kiss didn't end like a father-daughter peck, I pulled her tighter against me. She whispered lightly, "I'm leaving in the morning for the Turkish border, and I'm kind of afraid. Would you stay with me for the night and hold me like this?"I couldn't believe this was happening to me, but I looked at Milly and asked for a quart of. "RebekaAs you will have seen, you are now under 24/7 scrutiny. I'm fairly pleasedwith your progress so far but I think it essential that you are aware thatyou are being observed constantly in all activities. You will, from now on,walk, stand and sit like a woman at all times...and dont EVER let me findyou peeing like a man!You will find that all of your male underwear has been removed and replacedwith a variety of panties....no more boxer shorts for you....ever.You will also find a waspie. Wear. When Joan felt I was sufficiently ready (it didn’t take much to get me ready these days), she released my erect cock and Louise moved herself so she lowered herself onto my prick – facing me. As we started to build a rhythm, so Joan played with Louise’s tits, French kissing her as well and she took my hand and put it between her legs so I could feel her wet cunt as I fucked Louise. With the encouragement of my prick and Joan, Louise was soon coming hard on my prick and shuddering her way.