Bi-Sexual Female / 26
I Have Both A Sex Daddy And A Sex Mommy
I am not a wuss. But facing a prison sentence I turned state's evidence and got probation. My probation officer was a career officer, and she fell into probation for the money. She kept me in school, college, and on the straight and narrow. I earned my complete time early. By then I was in deep with her and she slipped up and told me she loved me. I blurted it out without thinking, that I loved her too. Since I was no longer under her official supervision we entered a romantic relationship.
Going forward I was working for a company, my record had been expunged and I had degreed in Management. My boss, a fatherly type, took a personal interest in me, and talked to me personally, and spoke to me about being a woman.
My partner and parole officer saw the change in me, and how I repeated things he told me. She told me I needed a man in my life, a man to take care of me. Take the hint, make sure he takes the next step with me. And don't forget to serve him his coffee. I let his advances take me into his bedroom and turned my attentions his way.
All along I kept in touch with my parole officer, and she guided my relationship with him. I suppose that's why he thought of me adult for my age. I changed jobs and moved in with him. I slept with him. I woke up on Sundays in his arms and went to see my parole officer. She observed that I now had a Daddy and a Mommy to look after me.
In time, a few more months I became romantic with my parole officer again. I needed both, and I lived in a wonder world. When I suggested that we go to dinner together they both refused, they both felt that my relationships should be separate. Distance was better.
I am ambidextrous, I'm sexual with both a man and a woman.
Going forward I was working for a company, my record had been expunged and I had degreed in Management. My boss, a fatherly type, took a personal interest in me, and talked to me personally, and spoke to me about being a woman.
My partner and parole officer saw the change in me, and how I repeated things he told me. She told me I needed a man in my life, a man to take care of me. Take the hint, make sure he takes the next step with me. And don't forget to serve him his coffee. I let his advances take me into his bedroom and turned my attentions his way.
All along I kept in touch with my parole officer, and she guided my relationship with him. I suppose that's why he thought of me adult for my age. I changed jobs and moved in with him. I slept with him. I woke up on Sundays in his arms and went to see my parole officer. She observed that I now had a Daddy and a Mommy to look after me.
In time, a few more months I became romantic with my parole officer again. I needed both, and I lived in a wonder world. When I suggested that we go to dinner together they both refused, they both felt that my relationships should be separate. Distance was better.
I am ambidextrous, I'm sexual with both a man and a woman.
