Or, atleast, I hope it will be.” He led them into his home.It was a very masculine home. Obviously, he was single.Pam admired his the width of h...is shoulders. His hairwas cut short. He was clean-shaven. He wore a red silkshirt and black slacks. He was barefoot. He had bigfeet. A blonde young man rose when they entered theliving room. His eyes were blue. He was short onlyabout 5’6″. He was lean and well muscled. He was alsonaked. Pam looked at the long penis hanging between his. "Oh my god," he muttered. He stepped forward to examine me closely. I took it in stride. There was no way that I could be embarrassed since we were both gender outlaws and wore the clothing to prove it. Like father like son or was it like mother like daughter? We would have plenty of time to sort that out.After what seemed like an eternity, he finally commented, "Not bad. You've got spunk, girl." Thanks, dad. Coming from you, that means a lot. I would like some help with my makeup,. That confirmed Sara’s worry.“Do you want to stay here with Sara and help around the house, Roberta?”“Yes, don Alejandro. Very much.”I looked from one to the other.“My answer is `Yes,’ Sara, Roberta.”I held up my hand when the two began to thank me.“With two conditions. First, Sara, you are responsible for Roberta, here in the house and outside in school or wherever else she goes. Roberta, I expect responsible behavior from you.“Second, Roberta, you will enroll in school immediately and graduate. When Mark relaxes the hold on her hair, Cindy angrily pushes him away, his cock sliding out of her mouth trailing a long string of semen. I can see she’s still choking, coughing up cum in between sobs, as she turns and runs toward my patio door. She enters the house crying, semen still dribbling from her lips and dripping from her chin. I wink at Mark, standing there wringing the last bits of cum from his sated tool, and follow Cindy into the house. She’s curled up on my sofa, still sobbing,.