That was my sign that i had plenty of green light. She came once in my mouth and i was ready to fuck her. So was she. I dropped my boxers and got into... position. At this point we paused. We look at each other and we quickly agreed that we were both clean and that she was on the pill (to this date, both of those seem to be true...thankfully). Then I dropped my hips right into hers and we started to fuck hard and deep. Sometimes i like to ease into things and tease a girl. That wasn't what she. I went to my room, grabbed the lube and started surfing the web for porn. I found a clip of a hot blonde getting pounded by a typical beefy jock type. As I was beating my meat it suddenly dawned on me that the guy looked a lot like my dad. Same dark hair. Same green eyes. Same toned body (my dad was a personal trainer in his early-mid thirties). For some reason this got me going and I was about to blow my load when my brother said ‘What are you up to?’ I leapt up in shock, completely unaware. I felt I hadprogressed well and felt Mistress had also. The fantasy of being asissy maid had been one held for over 20 years, but not until theinternet came along had I ever tried to actually find a Mistress orMaster. Masters came easiest, but I quickly found they all wanted a sexslave, not a maid. However one of those Masters had a friend He felt Ishould meet. From the start Mistress Sandy admitted She had noknowledge of sissy maids. She did however have experience withsubmissive men and. . and over.... and over."He replied before doing exactly what she asked. Everything she ever told him was always, at worst case, mostly correct. The male stretched out, taking twenty minutes to go through his routine, taking a bath near a gushing river and then making himself an edible sandwich with sweaty, sqaused loaves, and a ball of half browned cabbage he found in the scattered storage container. As he was eating, he took the chip from his neck and placed it into the busted but still.