And greet the staff

'Uncle Larry' reached around and grasped firm hold of Jesse's ass-cheeks. Kneading the soft flesh he found there like a fresh batch of pizza dough. The encroached upon sissy felt himself pulled in close, and from there the lump of an erection pressing against his bellybutton was unmistakable. It throbbed and swelled all through the time the man was talking, unashamedly enjoying the nervous squirm of his welcomed prey.

"It's lovely to meet you Jesse! And such a pretty, little thing you are too! Y'know I was really hoping our Su-Su would make some friends. I've always told that brother of mine that it's not right to keep such a cutie cooped up all the time… Such flowers need sunlight to grow, and look even better in bunches!"

Suzy had just watched on, smiling as this… intimate greeting was given. Clearly seeing this as just the usual hello his slightly eccentric old uncle gave out. Eventually, the embrace ended and Jesse was let loose to be dragged off on a tour of the house. The round man with his two pink-skinned hounds watched the sissies intently as they departed, one skipping excitedly ahead to pull at the other's hand.

Unable to bear the stuttering drag and pause of his guide's hyperactive bounces, Jesse soon found himself skipping along as well. Suzy's joy at finally being able to show someone around his expansive kingdom was open and infectious. They seemed to fly through so many rooms that served such similar purposes, or no real purpose at all. Each decorated in wasteful finery beyond the Home-raised teen’s wildest imaginings. It all became somewhat of a blur, especially since the speed of their passing soon became a game of races and jumping out from behind corners. Jesse hadn't really played in such a fashion for many many years, and it seemed like Suzy might never have. So the sudden onset of fun sent them giggling about like children, 18 years of age or not.

One room which did stand out, was the kitchen. Expansive, cluttered and filled with heat, it served as the base of operations for a one-woman typhoon that Suzy named only as ‘Cooky’. Together with a small army of robotic implements she seemed to be preparing at least 8 dishes at once, all while completely naked. Sweat dripped off of her golden skin, from the exertion and sweltering overflow from four large ovens. Yet, the gusto with which she threw herself into her work… and way her hands so often crept across her own intimacies gave some indication as to why, even in this world, she ended up in such a profession.

“She’s had to go to hospital a few times to get out vegetables she shoved a little too far in…” Suzy whispered, as surreptitiously as he could. “And Daddy’s tried to tell her plenty of times not to use the robot mixers on herself!”

Somehow, the woman seemed to be able to hear across all the sizzling, chopping and whirring devices though.

“I always clean them off afterwards, Little Toy Mistress. This is a hygienic kitchen… where it needs to be.” She smiled and let them each lick an offered wooden spoon of creamy, chocolate icing… before smacking them both across the ass with it.

“Besides, if the results weren’t worth my methods... the master would have fired me by now! It’s passion that makes life worth living, and a meal worth eating.” She delivered this line with all the flair and gesturing of a pop diva, or Shakespearean actress. Before quickly returning to a pot that had begun to boil over.

“Now, scuttle off out of my way! I’ve got a lot to do before the rest of the guests arrive… and that no-good uncle of yours is bound to come creeping around to slip something into me... while his mutts make off with half the pantry!”

The announcement that more guests were arriving worried Jesse a little, but he was still too overwhelmed by the size of this place and all the wonders his friend was unveiling, to take much time to think about it. They headed off to look at the upstairs now, with promises from Suzy to show off his grand toy collection and paint each other’s nails.