Here is my story.My mom called me on the phone during the week one day and asked if I would be able to come over from time to time and watch the house... and take care of the dog over the coming weekend. They didn’t live very far, and it really was not a problem so was no big deal. That Saturday I has really horny when I went over, and the thought hit me to maybe have some fun with myself. I decided that I was going to grab one of my mom’s dildos and give myself a good fucking sense I didn’t. My already tiny nubbin of apenis was hardly more than a bump from the cold well water. I stood onthe back stoop till I dried. Mistress allowed me entry and handed me asheer baby doll nightie to sleep in.My duties started bright and early the next day. It would be the formatfor the next two weeks. I prepared Mistress her breakfast; toast and jamwith tea. She would tear the crust off and feed them to me as I kneltbeside her chair. When she was done, she rose, ordered me to tilt myhead back,. Whenever mama complained papa would say, "He is still young. Let him enjoy life." At his age you were working for four years already," mama would say."My case was different," papa countered, "After fathers' death I had to support the family."Mala, my nanny, was eighteen when she came to work for us. She was from Nepal. It was Mala's duty to see that I ate properly, did my home work and went to bed in time. In other words she was my second mother and I loved her.As I went to school early in the. "I only said skirt and blouse slut, they're on the chair where you leftthem, now get them on, or would you prefer to make my tea naked."She whimpered softly, quivering as she dressed, fumbling the buttons withher trembling fingers.He wiped the table using a blue surgical paper as she did so, then sat ona nearby chair with a clipboard of forms which he proceeded to fill in,with no further glance at her. Hurriedly she opened the dining room doorand escaped to the kitchen, desperate to rub her.