I'm Locked up inside and I sleep on an old, Urine Smelling, Stained mattress that His Last Slave slept on for years. I've tidyed up, inside My Home, w...ith the gifts and clothes His friends give me after Sunday afternoon's Party.I am His Sissy Boy, Sex Slave, bought and paid for! He instructed Me, the first night, when I was Nine, how to dress up in Hand Me Down panties and bras and skirts and stand in front of a seated Man, with My Boy's knees spread wide, so the Man can lift up my short skirt. Hearing this, she just jumped on me hugging me tight. Her boobs pressed against my face and bare thighs rubbing my crotch. We both were standing in that room hugging each other. She told me feel me like ur wife. I need badly.I told her that someone may come in. She said nobody wil come. She said she likes me a lot. And she started kissing my lips. Hugging me tight.Her hubby was not giving her what she wanted, that’s what I could make out from her actions. She asked me to wait as she wanted to. I didn?t think ofanything but pleasing him as I took off my skirt and top.? After about five minutes there was a knockon the door and I answered to see a young man standing with his mouthopen.? I had to resist the urge to giggleas he struggled to talk till he gave up and just moved past me to put the trayof food on the bench. I hadn?t noticed that Nathan had finished his shower andjumped at his deep voice. ?Thank you son.?Do you like my girl here??? I turned to see Nathan with one hand on. I still had all the usual meeting, clients, and golf tee times so I only got to fuck either at the club or after I could claim it was bedtime. I had to virtually sneak around to fuck in my own house.Plus, the boys had to dress for polite company. I don't think any of them owned any normal underwear anymore, but it wasn't as entertaining under regular pants and standard shirts.Still, the truth was that none of the boys - except Zane - could go longer than two days without being fucked and I.