"You like wearing those panties, don't you?"she giggled. "However we'll have to deal with that." She stroked mycock through my panties until it was ro...ck-hard, then eased it out ofthem. She was obviously an expert at handling cocks because even afterI'd spurted into the glass she somehow managed to make me come againalmost immediately, coaxing every last drop of cum before wiping meclean and tucking away my now tiny member into my comforting panties.She gave me the glass to drink. My first taste. She takes her hand to her back and pulls the zipper down on her dress and lets it fall as she steps out of it and keeps walking. She has got on a black pair of thongs and a lacy black bra. We get to the door of her bedroom and she turns around and pulls me in. We start to kiss again and she is taking her hands and unbuttoning my shirt pulling it backwards and letting it drop to the floor. I am taking my hands and rubbing over her bra feeling her hard nipples trying to escape from their confines. As Missy's husband."Melissa, your club meets tomorrow. How are you going to handle itwith me not present?" Oh no, brother, you will be present. You'll carry on as you alwaysdo and you will be dressed as my maid" No! no! no! Missy, that is too much, much too much!" Yes! Yes! Yes! John, who has the key?"Who indeed. "I'll do it", I replied, reluctantly, wondering how toget out of this mess.Saturday arrived. I dressed as demanded in the black maid dress.Not a dress really, a costume. I was. Barry had to get in the corner, but I sat at the table and continued eating my Mr. T cereal.“Cmon, get in the corner!” Barry reminded me that is where I belong when I am sporting wood.“I pity the fool that misses out on a balanced breakfast,” I replied in a terrible imitation of Mister T.Barry grabbed my crotch and squeezed hard. “How are you doing this?” he said as he let go and got in the corner.“Self-control and mental awareness that it is just a body with flesh like no other!” I smiled and.