"So, everything went well, with no mishaps?" Yes. Mistress, perfectly well." Then tell me, why aren't you wearing stockings?"My head immediately raced... Mistress had set strict rules that if my legs were exposed, I would be wearing thigh-high stockings. And it wasn't just her rule to make sure I was always as feminized as possible; she knew that I preferred it that way too. So, what could I tell her? I was afraid that if I said I had run them, she would want to see the discarded stockings, but I. Looking up into Rosie’s eyes I could see her total love for me. I thought at the time that I could see all the way into her core. What I saw there proved to me that we would be together forever.We spent several Sundays at my parents’ home and a few with her parents. I learned quickly where Rosie had learned to cook. Sunday dinners with her mom and dad reminded me of my early experiences with Nick and his family.Before I knew it the summer was almost over. Labor Day was only a week away. . She glanced back at me, catching me leering and raised a corner of her mouth in a half smile. She slowed down just enough so that I was almost directly behind her. I look down to her heels and follow the seem of her tights to her hips and arse which were flowing from side to side like a snake. I let my gaze drift up her back, to her exposed neck and imagine leaning into it and taking a deep breath. We get to the escalators. She doesn't get on till I'm right behind her. I can smell her pussy.. Did you enjoy humping some teenaged ass from an almost virgin and make her do those other things you seem to just have to have to satisfy your need for total satisfaction? Was it a chore to mount her from behind like I know you like it best and watch her young cheeks bouncing underneath your happy thighs with the enthusiasm of a girl in training?”I looked at Julie’s face and it didn’t see any amusement there, just a sort of sadness that made me feel like a heel even though I was just doing what.