Take deep breaths. Now, since there is no one in class, you can call me Akka (elder sister). And listen to what I have to say…”, Ma’am said. And...I listened to her. She came closer and for the next several minutes, we talked openly. In the most charming, mature way, explained to me about sexuality, preferences, gender classification and identities. I’ll be honest – at that time, I didn’t understand all of it. But it was a relief to know that I wasn’t weird or ill or mad. “I know this is too much. . he then said to suck it .. but he got up told her to take the dirty dishes to the kitchen he followed her .... Told her to wash the dishes in the sink , she ran the water put some dishwashing liquid in and used the foam pad to clean some dishes ... Jason stood naked behind her sliding his cock up her butt crack grabbing her wrist and squeezing the foam pad, water and suds soaking her breasts ... After the dishes he had her get down on the tiled floor and clean the built up dit around the. "Oh Daddy!" I cry out. "Daddy yes! Oh Daddy! Feels so good, Daddy!!! Hurts so good!"Your hand wraps into my hair, yanking me up so my back is flush against your front. You keep thrusting into me. I cry out in pain only to gasp when you press hard on my clit again and try to devour my ear. "Bitches don't talk, do they?" You growl into my ear. I shake my head and whimper. "No. They take what their breeder gives them, when their breeder gives it to them. What noises do they make?"My eyes going. When I came back, I quit the job, took my tools, and left, giving the house manager back his key and thanking him cordially.The next time I appeared, a few days later, I had a different get-up, one with a false nose and a wig, and I just walked past that nutty house manager as if I was a visitor to one of the pads in that building. And I went right to her apartment, knowing she wouldn't be home but wanting to accustom the house manager to my sight. Always I left before she returned until the.