Running his own life, John at least could partake of the small comforts available to others. He could go to the multiplex and see a movie. He could sw...im in a motel pool, or enjoy a solitary walk along an ocean beach.There were no reporters or photographers trailing along behind him, making his life miserable. There were no handlers appointed by industry or government to run his life for him. He could — and did - occasionally duck into a roadside diner and enjoy a hamburger and fries in perfect. In fact, I started to lookforward to my sissy servitude.I would wake up every morning at 5am and immediately shave my body, puton my makeup and prepare myself for the day's activities.I was assigned to the Master's son, so I would enter his room justbefore 7:00am and wake him by slowly licking his cock until he fed me mymorning treat. Sometimes it was his cum, sometimes it was his piss. Mostmornings it was both. I didn't mind. As the Master's sissy slut, it alltasted delicious to me.After that. Ben was laying on her bed nude while another guy I didn’t know started to pull his pants on in a hurry.Ben was about to apologize when I glanced back over at Julie for a second, then gave him a little smile with a quick wiggle of the eyebrows to let him know I was okay with it. Suzi had mentioned Julie had asked her if she could play with a friend of Ben’s. He must have tested clean.Then I glanced over at the guy pulling his shirt on and asked, “So who’s your friend?”“Greg, everything’s cool,”. Since I had not seen the family in that area for a few years I decided to drive out and visit one afternoon. When I arrived Brittney was outside watering the flowers in tiny gym shorts and a white tank top. She was covered in sweat and looked out of this world with her skin glowing wet. I went in for a hug and she tried to keep her distance so she wouldn’t get me sweaty. My hand fell on an uncovered part of her lower back and I could feel how warm, soft and oily her skin was from sweating. .