Miriam and her housekeeper would often have him masturbate over the portfolio, taking further pictures as he expressed his pleasure before caning him ...or his weakness.Miriam was in her element as pictures of her bemused but excited husband were taken with a delectable sissy, further evidence to be added to her collection. Satisfied with her many shots, she grinned and nodded to the maids and then to the plump supervisor. The cowering male was taken to the bench under further supervision by. Anderson run his hand over my bottom and gently squeeze. I let out a little moan and slid a little closer to him in that large, king-size bed. At that moment I realized I’d passed by his bedroom hundreds of times but never went in, until now.“Does there have to be a reason?” I said coyly. “No… it’s just I…”It was fun to watch him stutter and stammer a bit. He always came across so confident and self-assured… But not now.“I guess I’ve thought about this for a while… about… you know… being with. I realized that it could only be one person- my mom’s boyfriend, Trey.I don’t know how much time passed (maybe a minute or so?) as I pretended to be fast asleep- heavy, rhythmic breathing and all. What in God’s name is he doing in here? I could “sense” him staring at me which was quite unnerving. It was almost as if he was deciding what he wanted to do. Eventually, I could feel my comforter and bed sheet methodically being pulled off my bed and from my body. He took his time with this task and. He pulled off his boxers and looked in the mirror. Briefly, it crossed his mind that he didn't know why he wasn't more popular, as his body wasn't bad. Roughly five foot eight, just a bit on the skinny side, but probably more muscular than most (he never knew where it came from, his mom said it was from his dad's side of the family, but there was no way for him to know about that), and an average looking face, definitely not bad. Hating when he judged himself like this and tried to figure.