Standing at the sink, I feel his hand touch my thigh then I feel the hardness of him on my bottom. I feel his hand through the soft material of the skirt and he finds the suspender and stocking top, his other had touches my stomach and moves up. I feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck, then his lips behind my ear. I concentrate on the dishes, but know when he is like this he will not stop no matter how much I protest. He unclips my brassiere from the back and he opens my blouse, his hand finds my left breast and the nipple – it grows hard under his ministrations. His right hand find my right breast and starts to kneed forcefully, his thumb and forefinger twist the nipple and I feel myself starting to go weak at the knees. I feel the pit of my stomach start to quiver, I know that he has won and that I am his to use as he pleases. He has his hard manhood pressing between my cheeks, through my skirt and panties I feel the warmth of his cock and I can feel the insistent pressure. He steps back and his hand move to my hips, then his thumbs inside the waist band of my skirt he slides his hands round and the meet at my navel. He pushes against me and I feel and hear the wrenching as my skirt is ripped from waist to hem, it falls to the floor at my feet – just a rag now. He nuzzles my neck and kisses me behind my ear, then down my neck. I feel this hands through my panties, tracing the suspender straps. They follow the contours to my stomach and then up and under my hanging brassiere, they cup my breasts and the thumbs find my erect nipples. I gasp and start to lean forward, again I feel the heat of his hardness. His hand move to my waist and I feel him forcefully pull me back, I have to hold the edge of the sink and I bend at the waist my legs slightly apart. I hear the unmistakable sound of his zip and the chink of his belt buckle. Quickly followed by the sound of his jeans falling to the floor. Then his hands return to my waist, pulling me back against his manliness. His hard cock pushes at my most secret place, the insistent pulling of his hands gradually impales me on his hard cock. I feel myself let go and he fills me, no real resistance is offered. His hand reaches between my legs and he begins to wank my dripping cock, I know my master will make me squeal like the sissy I am.