She came over and sat next to me. "My Papa will be pleased to know that you were a perfect gentleman." I hope you be pleased to know I had no intentio... uh bein' one." I tried to stifle a yawn. "I am just wiped out." So I see. And what were you doing in that car before I found you?" Wasn't the car. Was the two months 'fore I got here." I hate the way I sound before I wake up."Where are you from, again?" She grinned."Don't be ... Don't make fun of my accent, little Miss Maria." Oh, is English a. ." he trailed off."That's ok, Sir. I'll just consider it a compliment," she said blushing slightly. "Here is your coffee. According to what your former secretary wrote down, you like it black with two sugars?" Yes..." he said still in awe of this angel in front of him."Good!" she said, relieved. "Now is there anything you want to discuss about my job, Sir? Your former secretary - I believe Julie was her name - was pretty thorough about writing down all my responsibilities. But I would like to. She hesitated, so I reached out to run my hand across her butt. She started licking my feet. After a minute I asked what she was doing, so she told me that she was licking my feet clean. I asked if it tasted good, but she didn’t answer.I reached down and pulled her up by her hair, to look me in the eye. “Slave, you don’t want your Master angry with you. I asked you a question.” “I’m sorry, Master. No, it doesn’t taste good.”“Then why are you licking it up?” “Because you want me to.”“But why. I was not effeminate, but simply refused to play the pretense game, that so many unfortunate souls had to conform to. Luckily, my parents were very laid back and non-prescriptive. When I eventually ‘outed’ myself, it was a total non-event. I had never had proper sex at that age, but knew what did, and did not turn me on. I was attracted to boys, simple as that. Other than my sexual orientation, I lived life as any other boy would. I had no inclination to dress as a woman, and also like sport as.