My name is Terry Parson. I'm calling in response to your ad for a child care person," I said trying to sound interested though apprehensive about app...lying for a traditionally female position. I wondered what her reaction would be. "Hello uh Terry...yes, well...the position is open if you'd like to come and interview. I'm available this afternoon at 2PM," she replied. She wasn't expecting a male to call but she was obligated, by law, to consider me. I confirmed the time, got her address. Buy him for me. When he’s my dolly I’ll put him in new underwear every day.’ The plumy old woman shuffled in her seat and offered a thin patronising smile. ‘That appears to be settled then. We’ll take the he – she – whatever it is. Hecan go with us now.’ ‘It will take an hour to pack.’ ‘Don’t bother packing anything. Everything needed will be provided in his new home.’ Closing up behind Fifi, Miranda purred. ‘Are you pleased? You do want to be my new dolly, don’t you?’ ‘I – er – suppose so.’. She got up and walked towards the door. Her three striped were still across her ass.“You’re fucking crazy.” Greg said noticing the stripes.“If I am, you helped to make me this way.”Mandy brought my beer to me.Greg left and it was just Mandy and me. I fired my cigar up again and puffed. I got too drunk to fuck and I stumbled to bed. I woke up with a killer headache and laid around the house all day. I made Mandy wear nothing but her short pink robe and she sat on the couch as I watched tv. She. "Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?" F-five!" Her left cheek bore the brunt of that one. "Thank you, Mistress." Maxine looked up at me. "Thank you, Master."Bethany said, "Master, breakfast is ready." Very well. Sluts, we will go into the kitchen and sit at the table." All three looked a little pained at that statement. We went in and sat down at the kitchen table on the chairs there. Those chairs had no padding. All three girls sat gingerly.We ate heartily. Bethany was proving to be a.