.."Thank you master," she wrote. "I really needed that, I was so hungry." It was nothing," scoffed Chris. "And my name isn't master, it'sChristopher o... Chris for short." But you are my master!" she wrote. "I cannot call my master by theirgiven name." Says who?" said Chris crossing his arms. "What kind of stupid rule isthat?" All the other masters had the rule," she wrote."Well, I'm not them. So from here on out..." said Chris, "I would preferif you call me Chris." As you wish," she wrote.. A.crossdressing.Usually i borrow my mom's, and she approved it.For her, it's not a big matter, and i do really appreciate it.I also like any clothing with jumpsuit style, i even had a coverallthat i go sleep with it.Since my mom is on her 60 old age, her apparel are mostly longdresseswithout any sexual content.But that's just what turning me on everytime i wear them.I usually wear them on my activities on home.It feels so light, and have a nice breeze on the crotch.I just wear them for fun, so. Elise rises and takes my hand to lead me to the bed. As we approach, Theresa gets up and greets me with a kiss. She asks me to lay down in the middle of the bed, arms and legs out.One woman on each side, they begin to bind me. It is almost like a religious ritual. Elise and Theresa fasten cuffs to my wrists with almost perfect synchronization, then do the same for my ankles. Now I am splayed out on the bed, an immobile, passive participant in whatever comes next.The women meet at the foot of. Oh well.The masked bandit leaned over Maria and began groping at her large mounds."Mmphh... nphh!" Maria shook her head no violently as the intruder molested her."Aw, come on honey, let me get at those big, juicy puppies!" He pulled her blouse open slowly, popping off the buttons as he did. Maria's' large size 42D tits were exposed bulging under her black bra. He amused himself by squeezing and mauling them for a while, then he started kissing her neck, as tears started to drip from her.