The man maid
My entry into the house must have been as much of a spectacle as
my exit from the car. My now well endowed female form fumbling with bags
and boxes, shimmery nylon encased calves flowing from the hem of my
(my?)
form fitting skirt tapering down to ankles wobbling on sexy spike heeled
shoes, my well padded rear swaying seductively as I try to turn the knob
on the door, such a site would have an effect on a eunuch let alone a
normal, already sexually aroused, human male with a raging imagination
and entrapped cock. My male mind protesting …