You wanted newexperiences, well sissy, you're going to get them!"I started to feel alittle alarmed at the tone of her voice. Then I wasinstructed in r...ubbing a scented moistierizing cream all over my body.This was followed by a liberal dusting of a perfumed powder. I felt likeI smelled like a french whore with all of these different femininesmells about me. At this point she pulled out a nylon stocking andinstructed me to tie it at the base of my cock so that I ended up withtwo equal lengths of. Scrambling to get under the covers, behind the bed, somewhere to hide my nakedness, I screeched “What are you doing here?!?” Or tried to screech– the words caught in my throat and came out at just over a whisper. “You invited me in on a passing sunbeam,” he smiled, as he leered at what he could see of me. Embarrassed, I cowered further. He responded by walking deeper into my room, ultimately standing between me and the window, simultaneously shading me and infusing me with the warmth of his. Laying back just a little so i can admire the slit in the bottom of your skirt. Touching your leg, and running my hand up under your skirt. Letting my thumb caress the top of your opening while I never look up from my desk. Trying to break your speech while you fill me in on the days plans. You never say a word, or complain in fear of being fired, but secretly enjoying it enough to occasionally show up at work without panties. Hoping that I'll touch you that day. Finally giving into your urges,. “Non, ma cherie, that is simply a temporary expedient until we can arrange a nicer place to share in a better part of town,” Eva reassured Megan as we followed her to the kitchen, all of us quite nude.Gustave, Gaston, and Régine were seated at the kitchen table, while Andre made breakfast in the buff, largely consisting of crepes, poached eggs, and bacon. Instead of orange juice, the breakfast beverage of choice was coffee, naturally, and some red wine respectively, depending on the individual..