She then pushed my face away with her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying, ‘Put on your uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!’ I... answered, ‘Yes Master.’ And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare her bath.As soon as I finished readying her bath she entered the bathroom and told me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I started to remove the G-string, but she told me to leave it on. I got on my hands and knees and she removed her robe. You pull me further down your cock and I choke spit flowing from my lips, trying to breath, I gag with every thrust of your cock. Putting my hand up against your legs I try and push you out of my mouth so I can breath. Just one deep breath is all I want. I plead with you to let me breath but it only comes out as mewing gargling chocking squeals that just add to your excitement and you pull my head further and further down. "Take it!" you hiss. "Suck me bitch!" and you suddenly grab my head with. "Being alone on Christmas Eve is hard enough, without memories of Jason and the life we could have had on my mind."The older man nodded, then stroked Mariah's hand. She caught her breath as a tingle ran through her, making her feel alive, truly alive, for the first time in ages. It wasn't a sexual tingle at all—Mr. Snow was old enough to be her grandfather!—but it nudged her heart and soul to life in a different way."Eat up, Mariah. Then, go home. You're exhausted, my dear." Nik's voice was. One aspect of the training was the secret feeding offeminine hormones. Though I had an inkling of what theywere up to, I didn’t realize I was already on a diet ofestrogen and other supplements that were intended tofeminize my attitude and appearance. It all came to light one day when Patty return homefrom shopping with Susan. Susan open a package fromSaks and showed me a pair of very pretty floweredpanties. I have always had an appreciation for women’sunder garments but that day my.