I desperately wanted to goback to sleep, but I knew my description had been far too accurate ofhow much a mess my place was. One thing about being a w...oman was therewas a lot more clean-up involved. I hated to look at my bathroom. Plushalf the clothes I wore this week would have to be hand washed. KnowingI had a lot to do, I finally rolled out of bed. I searched around till Ifound the peach-colored short robe that matched my baby doll, andslipped on my kitten heel slippers. I noticed my painted. He wore his vintage underwear ensemble underneath, with black stockings and a pair of 6" red high heel sandals.Tanya sat next to him on the couch. She had a piece of rope in her hand."Do you feel better now sweetheart? You look very sweet." I guess," Max said softly still feeling the tender tip of his penis inside his girdle.She was dressed in the dress Max had ironed."Put your feet together for me Max so I can tie your ankles together."Max did as she said and she pulled the rope very tight. " Tony lifted his weight off me and twisted me around so I was on all fours. Tony rubbed his cock up along my wet dripping pussy a few times than pressed that pointed spare cock head to my ass. I started to say "No" when I felt his cock head slide into my puckered ass as easy as a knife through warm butter. Tony wiggled move back and forth a few times letting me feel the size of his cock. He took me by the hips and pushed slowly a little at a time. I was feeling a cock in my ass for the first. " Seth rolled his eyes at that, but didn't comment. "Will you grab my tools out of the garage, Seth? I need to call your mom real quick, but if you boys want to get started, that would be great."You boys?Crap."No problem," Seth insisted. "Oh, and Mom says you're supposed to call Grandma." This time it was Mr. Fisher who rolled his eyes, a lot like Seth just had. As he moved into the house, I just stood there, wondering if I was supposed to stick around and help with this now. I was supposed to.