Leanne gave me no more opportunity to cum and the hornier I got the more submissive I became, by the end of the week I was ready to anything they told...me and that thought just increased my willingness to keep them happy. Though I wore panties every day, we found no other opportunity to cross-dress any further as much as I wanted too. I confessed that I had hoped to try being exposed as a pantie wearing slave, with the reassurance that we would never see anyone here again. Leanne just smirked. She was smart enough from her days in the novitiate to understand it was a certain air of companionship acquired through nocturnal entanglements of a sort seldom viewed by the opposite sex because of the intimacy of feminine sensual sensitivities. She had almost fallen into just such an arrangement with a pretty young thing from the country but came to her senses and went for her penance and confessed her faults with a rapidly beating pulse and true contrition in her heart.The two women were. I needed to know more. I logged onto Facebook and searched through every single one of my Mom's 347 friends, but there wasn't a single Dylan or Dillon on her list of friends. That meant I was required to search through all Dylan's and Dillon's in the Southwest Florida area: Fort Myers, Cape Coral, Naples, Bonita, Port Charlotte. After not too long I found him ... Dylan Burr, 24 years old, Naples, Florida. I was exactly one day older than him. I did more digging: Dylan Burr grew up in Miami,. Frank also moved down ontohis knees and with his massive muscle hands began spreading and smackingDeclan's perfectly toned ass cheeks. "MMMMMM!!!! You got the tightest nicest looking boy twat! It'sgonna taste sweet and feel so good" growled Frank right before he dived inand assaulted his son's virgin ass with his tongue. "OOOOOHHHH!!! DADDY OHHHHHH!!!! MY GOD!!!! THAT FEELS AMAZING!!!!EAT MY HOLE OUT!!!! EAT OUT MY BOY PUSSY!!!" cried Declan. Declan's ownadmission of having a pussy turned Frank.