Mommy loves her little girly boy. Shh, shh, baby. It's all okay now.”As Mistress Mommy talked to me gently and lovingly, her wicked hand slid down t...o my penis and began stroking me to arousal again. As all the guests watched, my sobs turned to gasps as Mommy brought me to the brink again and again, only to back off at the last possible moment and snatch my dearly earned orgasm from me.At last, when I was panting with lust, my face red and with me willing to do anything, anything for release,. He likes the same things I like, so don’t be afraid, sweetie.”McKenzie looked into my eyes like she was looking for confirmation down to the depths of my soul. Finally, she grinned and said, “I’ve always dreamed of a daddy of my very own. But my daddy wouldn’t just tuck me in bed, he’d get in bed with me and we would kiss and touch until my whole body was on fire, and then he’d make love to me until he made me shiver and shake and cry out from the pleasure he made me feel. So, would you be MY. That's not naughty, dear. It's really quite sweet. It shows you're still mommy's darling. And I love you for it."She told me to finish my makeup. She smiled as I skillfully painted my lips, rouged my cheeks, and applied heavy eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow. "That's just perfect, darling," she said. "You're an expert with makeup. Where did you learn to do that? Who taught you?" I learned right here, mother," I said, "from you. From all the times I watched you doing your makeup. You're so. For a moment I thought he'd fallen asleep, he took a deep breath opened his eyes and looked at me. " Damn Reggie, you are full of surprises aren't you?" Mister Little got up and reached over me to open the curtains on the window, then went to the radiator to see how the drying was going. Not to well I guessed since he started a litany of oaths that would shame a drunk sailor. Look he said, we'll hole up here another thirty minutes or so, if they aren't better we'll go anyway. Sure I.