An initiation of capitulation: "How may I serve you, Mistress?"And then, one day, a response that gave me pause."Take off my shoes, my feet are aching.... I'd like you to give me a massage." Yes, Mistress," I replied dutifully. I didn't hesitate, not for a single second. Even though some distant relic of my former self screamed out in muted anguish at what she was having me do, I didn't resist. I simply obeyed.I squatted down before her, on heels too high for practical work, and took her slender. I had not even thought about himuntil that morning. The weather was getting warm so I dressed appropriately in a white dressand braided my hair. I watched TV with my brother in the morning; he wasdressed as a teenage girl. I sure wished I could dress as age appropriateas he could.Immediately after lunch I walked to the park and saw Brad sitting on thebench where we met. We just walked and talked for awhile; getting to knoweach other better. It was a few weeks before I realized that he thought. At this time, my towel slipped away and my cock was touching the front wall of her pussy.I parted her legs so I could run my fingers along her pussy and Anita gladly opened them to accommodate my fingers. Anita took this opportunity to grab my cock and pull on it. The kissing got more passionate, which kind of implied that I had Anita’s seal of approval and that she was looking to have some fun with me.At this point Anita lay on the bed and opened her legs. I lay on top of her, but politely. I stood on tip-toe and kissed him hello and managed toslip my tongue teasingly into his mouth. I could feelmy uncle’s eyes on my ass as I wiggled past him intothe living room. I sat in a chair and slowly crossedmy long legs, knowing he could see my blonde cunt. Icould see the swelling in Uncle George’s pants.“Can I offer you an appetizer or a cocktail?” he askedas he stood beside me.“I’ll have both,” I said, running my hand up his thighand massaging the.