He looked concerned for a moment. I didnt hurt you did I? Id hate to think I got carried away! Im sure you got carried away. She replied. But you wont... get a complaint from me. That was&hellip,.. indescribable! She finally found the strength to push herself up, and half-slid, half-fell onto the floor. Im not sure what happened to my legs. She giggled. I seem to have lost them somewhere. While I try and put myself back together, you might feel like a shower? That could have you freshened up in. I write this in tears in case this become my lastwill when you read this tomorrow. If you do kill me, that you honor mylast request to be buried in a dress. Your loving daughter, Roberta."The next day Robert went to work in his unisex uniform all the men andwomen at his place of employment wore. He found it hard to concentrate,wondering what his parents would think. I look down at her face and she looked up at me with my cock deep in her mouth, making eye contact and holding it. I moan and say "'your my fucking bitch now" "say IT" mom keeps the eye contact and repeats " yes my love I am your fucking bitch , whore , slut, cunt, fuckslut, at this point i start rubbing my cock and balls on her beautiful face , looking into her blue-green eyes ,as she continued. " fuck toy, cum bucket, any thing you want I will do? you are part of me, and my man you came out. There also was another episode which I have shared in another story here where the masseur and I got to do more with her.This latest occasion was a little different. We both attend the group massage training I found on the net close to our home. There are three rooms, great tables, oils and instructions, the masseur has been massaging for ten years with an average group of six or more, aged forty five and over.He demonstrates to us all and then we pair up and practice. With the group, my wife.