He lived alone, he had no family. He was an old friend of my dads. Now we took a cab and reached his place. He lived in a sharing house. It was a big ...house divided into three sections. Each section was rented. Now Doms section was small, it had a room, a small bathroom with no door attached and a living room. We settled down then he told me the rules. He wasnt going to let me live for free, he said "You will have to do house chores and everything i ask you too" He also mentioned that it was. My eyes wandered again through the room. In the corner there was a small family like mine. A mom, dad and young girl, maybe a couple of years older than me. The girl was spread open wide on the table, her feet strapped into stirrups that pulled out and were attached to the table. She was getting fucked by her father and didn’t seem to be enjoying it, laying there with out a single moan. Her mom was trying to coax the girl into fucking him back by rubbing her clit but the girl just tried to get. Fuck me, fuck me hard with that big cock." He let himself sink slowly into her wet tunnel, and she humped hard to his hips, driving it to her depths. "Uuugh, oh god that's good, so neat, aaah fuck me." she moaned as he began pistoning. The sensations in his prick were jolting his whole groin, and he could feel himself vibrating.Didi's legs wrapped around his, and she started using them to help him surge into her. She grunted with each penetration, arching her back so his buried tool rubbed her. "So, everything went well, with no mishaps?" Yes. Mistress, perfectly well." Then tell me, why aren't you wearing stockings?"My head immediately raced. Mistress had set strict rules that if my legs were exposed, I would be wearing thigh-high stockings. And it wasn't just her rule to make sure I was always as feminized as possible; she knew that I preferred it that way too. So, what could I tell her? I was afraid that if I said I had run them, she would want to see the discarded stockings, but I.