When I arrived, I saw Angela curled up on the window seat, sipping a cup of coffee and staring outside.When she heard me enter the kitchen, she turned...quickly and tried to put on a smile."Good Morning, Master!" she said when she saw me.I could tell that she had been crying by the redness around her eyes, and was trying to put on a brave front. I walked over to her and knelt down beside her and kissed her softly, then leaned in and whispered in her ear."I'm scared too, Angela. I'm scared too," I. "Are you really a whore, Doris?" he asked. She muttered a barely audible "No." John continued rubbing his cock along her cunt. "Then why are you here," he said. "You were dressed like a whore, and look at you now, stockings and suspenders, taking anybody's cock, getting fucked by anybody that wants to fuck you." No!" Doris said, louder this time. "I'm not... I thought... it was a party... I don't... I'm not..." "Well Doris," John grinned. "Everybody knows you're here, available for anyone. Not. We’ll kiss and make up!’ She laughed as she felt Little Zee jump with anticipation. Tenderly, she placed her head back on his chest. Just as Zach thought she was going to rest again, she lifted herself, placed her elbows on his chest, and rested her chin on her hands. ‘So, Ricardo the ship steward, I picked this one, so the next one is yours. Any ideas yet?’ ‘How do you feel about men in kilts?’ ‘Ooh,’ she purred. ‘Depends on what he’s wearing underneath. If he’s a real man and isn’t wearing. “Sadly, for you Jaime, humiliation and emasculation will be major themes in your new, sissy maid lifestyle.”He began to tear-up and cry softly. “Um, m-m-may I ask you something please? Please?”I enjoyed his tears and nodded he was granted permission to ask his question.“Can you tell me why you are doing this to me? I don’t understand why this is happening to me,” he sobbed.I felt sorry for the boi and began to stroke his hair lovingly. “Oh, baby, your question answers itself and if you were.