Instead of just taking me in the shower, like a realman. But then, you aren't a real man, are you? You're my maid." Shesmirked. "And does a maid have ...sex with her mistress?"Celilia swallowed. "No, Mistress Tate." 'No, Mistress Tate!'", she mocked him. "So you sniff my pantiesinstead. I found one of your hairs inside them. This is yours, isn'tit?" She held it up.Pointlessly, he examined it before saying, "Yes, Mistress Tate." You little pervert. I suppose you jerked off while you were. Ven though I was a football lineman in high school and then at a smallcollege, I always knew I had an urge for womens clothes and beingsubmissive. I recall having thoughts of being in a cage in my parentsback yard as my friends played hide and seek. I used to snitch stuff andthen go into the woods to an abandon house to dress up. The risk of beingfound and used was such a rush.But there was one Halloween - I was probably 16 or 17, I mustered up thecourage to go out trick or treating. My. ..” Mom replied blithely. “Your dad just fucked my brains out so my screams would drown out your sister’s.” Then she lightly patted her slightly convex abdomen and said, “This poor little thing is wondering what the hell is going on. I mean ... The damage is already done, so what is his father wasting all that yummy cum for?” Then to Diane she asked, “How does that feel?”“Much better, thank you, Mommy,” the girl groaned.Then we heard Steve’s voice floating down the stairs. “Come here, slut!. He found my g-spot and started massaging it very gently. I reached down, grabbing his head and pulling it to my pussy. My breaths were getting faster and shorter. He started massaging faster, licking faster; knowing that I was almost there. My scream of pleasure reverberated in my ears as he continued his attack on my pussy. Finally he let me relax and looked up past my erect nipples, smiling. Slowly I looked down and smiled, but I knew it wasn’t over; not yet. He grabbed me and flipped me.