One task was once to throw away all ofmy male underwear. Another was that I now have a French maid dress andit's what I wear to do all of our ironing,... usually one night a week. Thehard part is that I must be all dolled up and wear 4.5" stilettos. Myfeet are usually killing me after that task. Sometimes it's just beingher girlfriend and doing her nails for her or brushing her hair. I doher makeup now almost every day, so that she appreciates. Sometimes herasks are to go out to dinner and have me. “My cock? You saw my cock?”“Yes. Anyone could have seen it. It was so big, and it wasn’t just resting there; it was sticking way out.”“Let me see if I understand this. You say I was standing right here with my pants around my ankles -- like this?” I dropped my pants. She stopped talking and with an open mouth stared at my cock which was fast coming to attention.“Then what happened? I don’t follow. Tell me what you saw.”“I ... she ... ah ... she ... ” She couldn’t say it, but she could do it.. "well because I've always wanted you even after all this time I still do and I'm tired of just wanting and not having what I want. It's ok your my first slave but you'll have company soon enough."dolly then looked puzzled as I gave her a peck on the cheek then stood up spun her around again so her pussy was facing me and slowly slid my prick into her still slightly cum filled snatch at that moment I covered her mouth with the rag and watched her struggle into unconsciousness . While my cock. So, I settled in to live the life of a single father, and make the best of what life still had to offer.Nevertheless, the lonely ache never really left. It hovered over me like a cloud. I tried not to let on to my daughter that I was lonely. I didn't want her to feel as if I was being unfaithful to her mother by wanting joy again in my life; the sort of joy that could come about through another woman---but I doubted I'd ever meet another woman; and as I got older, the chances of meeting someone.