The front of my robe was open and I wondered whether he could feel the humidity emanating from my crotch. I parted my legs allowing his leg to slide a...gainst my wet pussy lips.Mark’s hands slid behind me, and he slowly lifted the hem of my robe and began to caress the contours of my backside. His fingers were stroking and kneading my arse cheeks. His touch was heavenly."Oh mum," he whimpered. "Is it okay for me to do this? I don't want to stop now." Sshhh..... baby," I replied. "Don't stop what. I don't know what I'm supposed -" Let me handle it, Lisa. Trust me. I won't do anything you won't enjoy, I promise. Just let me do what I know you'll like."I was relieved. Kendra closed my eyes with her thumbs and pushed me gently back on the couch. "Keep your eyes closed. Do you want me to tell you what I'm going to do before I do it?"I nodded my head, relaxing even more. "I'm going to unbutton your shirt first." I could feel her fingers move down my chest. My breasts finally felt a. I've had some requests for the beginning of my story, the tale of how I became Mistress Anne's devoted - and transformed! - "lesbian" slavegirl and slutty she-male maid. Here's how it all began:I woke slowly, or half-woke, still drifting in the dream - a bizaare but very erotic dream in which I tried on various pieces of lingerie at the orders of a mysterious dark-haired woman. I was warm, comfortable, and very aroused. Sliding my hands drowsily across my stomach, I realized that I seemed to be. "Did you tell him... uuunnngg damn this is great... about making it obvious they weren't married." Ooohh that feels good... yes I told Don earlier tonight when he took pictures of Dick fucking me... god it was soooo hot." So we'll have pictures of both times Dick fucked you on your wedding night." God yes... but honey... we're missing one... he fucked me in the shower too." Uuunngg... I wondered. What happened when Allen danced with you?" Ooohhh honey it was so hot... oohh yes Don just like.