Maria began to talk to me. At first it was to tell me what to do but, as I became familiar with the routines in this busy, noisy kitchen, she began to... ask me to do things. At first her expression was neutral, but then she began to smile at me when she asked me to do things, and then her hands would brush mine as I handed her plates of food. She took me into the restaurant one day to show me how to prepare for the onslaught. The tables had to be wiped clean and the salt and pepper shakers, along. Fingers were slipped part way into the openings already made slippery by the oil and Miho's juices. Miho found herself trying to bear down on the fingers, impale herself on them but the unyielding ropes wouldn't let her. The timing of the process was outside her control. Miho could neither hasten or delay it. Her only choice, to continue or take the shameful choice of surrender. Something large and thick was working its way into her between her legs. Pushing, thrusting, twisting its way a. ” I asked her what category would she put me in and she said cross dresser, if I wanted to explore wearing female clothing.She said “I saw the way you were looking at my skirts and dresses and feeling them all and I can tell you are interested aren’t you.” I smiled saying “probably I am.” She then said “next time I will get you in wearing a slip and panties then I will put a bra on you and dress you up in one of my dresses or a skirt and blouse and you can experience for yourself.” “That sounds. Gently and slip your tongue around it inside," she whispered. She laid her head gently in the pillow next to me, enjoying me sucking on her. A faint sweetness was there as I suckled on her. My hand came up out of curiosity, feeling around where her boob came outward form her chest, then coming up to her shoulder. I brought my fingers in, releasing her nipple from my mouth and touching her with my fingertips. Her body was fascinating. I realized she was watching me."You like it?" She asked,.