It was also quite short. The hem was level with the palms of my hands at my side. Petticoats also pushed the skirt outwards I looked at myself in ...the mirror and could not believe what I was seeing. There stood before me a young man's sexual fantasy. A pretty young woman, full bosomed, red lipped, long flowing hair, dressed in a maid's outfit, looked back at me. "One final touch," said My Mistress. She held before me a pair of strappy sandals, with the highest heels I have ever seen or. . But desktop?Phone clanged. Nina."Hi, punkin," I said. Okay, "punkin" was as innocent a pet name as I could come up with. Like a little sister or something ... I was trying, wasn't I?"Hi, babe," she said. I was "babe" now. But that was just friendly, right? Right! "I just wanted to talk to you one more time before I go to sleep." I like hearing your voice, Nina..." True, I would have probably liked hearing ANYBODY'S voice on some Saturday evenings. Sometimes loneliness was tougher than other. ." Upon smelling her perfume, his mind flashed back to a defining moment from his childhood: He was sitting on his mother's bed, looking at an old photograph of her. "You're so pretty, Mommy," he praised her.He returned to the present. "...like my mother?" He looked Eudora up and down, and then recoiled from her. "I fucked you, and you look like my mother!?" Your greatest fantasy, master," she replied, stroking his face with her gloved hand. "Trust me, I know."He dropped his head into his. “Eat my pussy,” she pleaded. I went straight down between her legs and stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy, she did taste good. As earlier in the week I went to kiss her and again she sucked her juices off my mouth. “Now fuck me,” she said….”but don’t come.” I pushed deep inside her and her juices covered my cock. Without coming for three days I wasn’t going to last long and Lynne knew that so she didn’t mind when I withdrew. She looked at my glistening cock and went down on it; she lapped.