I absolutely hated to see a girl or a woman cry. “It’s just that I’m so happy.” She sniffs and gives a short sad laugh. “It’s just been so...long since I’ve felt like this, like I’m wanted, that someone finds me attractive or sexy even.” And the tears flowed over her eyes as she wiped at them with her hand as if ashamed. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips and gently kissed her fingers as I squeezed it reassuringly in a firm grip. Then still holding her hand I reached over and used. After that, report back to me," she ordered."Yes ma'am," I said, thinking how quickly, and comfortably, Mandy assumedthe role of boss. I curtsied, and went to draw a hot bath for her. ThenI went to the kitchen to clean up.It was weird, but I felt strangely at peace with playing out this fantasyof Mandy's. When I put on a maid's dress, it was like I was transformedinto some other person. I could be a girl - a subservient girl - and notfeel like I was not being a manly man - because it was a. It was wonderful, just Mother, sister and me at home so when I got a little older, I promoted myself to Mother's clothes. She was a real fashionista back in the 1950s to 1970s, always very elegant and very sexy.The inevitable happened and one day my sister caught me. I was wearing some of Mother's clothes, with a lovely slim fitting skirt pulled up above her panties and stockings and my cock so hard in my hand, midway through a delicious wank.My sister didn't say a thing, simply walked out. Commander McGraw, have Gunnery Sergeant Major Browne march them in please."Sally McGraw walked quickly to the double doors of the ornate conference room with an expanding sense of curiosity. She opened a door and stood in the doorway."Gunnery Sergeant Major, The Queen requests you march them in please."There was a quiet conversation while Sally opened both doors to the sound of the shuffling of feet. Then there was the whip crack of commands more suitable for a parade ground,"Party, shun!.