?"Yes Mistress," I said.The thought of giving a dinner party was overwhelming. I was in a mildstate of shock. I thought that my Mistresses' two friend... were going tobe coming over, they had already known about me. I even served one ofthem dinner once.I went into her purse and grabbed the lipstick, it was a Dolce andGabana red, and it was so gorgeous. Mistress looked at me and said,"Don't worry sissy! You will be fine. The house is cleaned so all youhave to do is get a good meal prepared, and. It was a beautiful sight to behold. As she worked his pants off of him, she brought her kisses down his body. One by one, they led down to the most masculine place of all. She was there and it was hers for the night. Once all his clothes were off, she delighted in the shear beauty of his body. As with her, his had flaws too, but she didn’t notice them. They were all part of who and what he was and they only added character to him and did not detract from the whole man. Yes, she was seeing the. Her hair shone, clean and bright. Without the hat to hold it down, the hair, in what would someday come to be called a Dutch boy style, flipped and fluttered with every movement of her head.And her head moved constantly, swiveling on her neck to find that first person who pointed at her and laughed derisively.Except that no one did.She saw a number of people looking at her with plain interest or curiosity on their faces. They were people she knew, for the most part. But Boots generally had as. “You know you want him.”“Say what?”Chad pointed to Middle Eastern Boy. “Don’t you owe him?” he asked.Middle Eastern Boy seemed as surprised as I was. “Well,” he said, “I mean...” But I never let him finish his sentence. I just got on all fours, grabbed his dick, and guided it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around his cockhead, the same way I’d always done with Chad. “Oh shit...”Middle Eastern Boy tasted different from what I was used to. He was also uncut—which struck me as unusual—so I.