Sue as you can imagine was dressed in a tight fittingshort black skirt with a split in the sides revealingher shapely thigh. She was not pleased that ...I hadinvited Megan over and it did not take long before shewas making snared remarks. “Don’t speak to my guest like that Sue,” I said.“Ill speak how I want in my house,” said Sue raisingher voice.“Well don’t expect me to intervene if Megan sits you onyour ass,” I replied.“That cow can go fuck. A bulletin board at the entrance posted news and announcements. Under the roof was a reception desk and a cafeteria with steam tables and metal trays and wicker tables and chairs scattered around a cement floor. A book shelf in one corner was crowded with well-worn paperback novels. Like Joseph, her driver, the African at the reception desk wore a brilliantly white shirt and greeted her with a big smile. “Ah, yes. Mrs. Sanders. We have a very nice place for you to live.”She signed the register.. "Well, what do you say?" OK, but don't tell anyone, or we'll be in major trouble." OK"She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, for what seemed to be an eternity but short at the same time, just too damn short. She leaned back and then she asked me..."How was it?" It was OK but I was looking for something a little bit more like that..."I put my right hand on her left cheek and leaned in, closing my eyes and passionately kissed her on the mouth, for what seems now minutes on end, when it was. Both he and Frankie began to figure out the big conspiracy by now. "Now, gyrls, while Lydia and I talk and maybe dance, I want to seesome nice polite socialization. You have to learn how to dance and relatewith other sissyboys!" "Yes mother," Frankie half moaned. Claire came over holding the handof her dance partner, a panting boy with a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. Lucas weakly smiled to be polite, relucant to release his mother's hand. He knew what he was supposed to do. .