The only pockets I had were the ones men were playing with. The man seemed to realize this because he was holding an envelope. I answered in a fey m...ood."Make it look neat like a tattoo, and don't hurt me," I said, taking the bills and the envelope. I couldn't see what he was writing without a mirror, but didn't much care. Some of the girls wore fake tattoos, for shows like this, that were extremely crude. It seemed to encourage the "tips". True to my request he didn't press into my soft. ? Although Tabitha likes dressing girly, theydon?t share clothes. Syn is a sissy and will always dress in clotheslike mine, Taby can dress as feminine as she wants, but never go in?sissy drag.? I inspect both of them. Pretty darn adorable. Motherwill approve.I go back to the kitchen and fetch coffee for Mother, and tea forValerie, and add the morning newspaper. I knock and wait for command.I hear a somewhat exasperated "come in." I enter, curtsey and surveythe terrain. Valerie and my. Eyes again closed, her hands teased her nipples. Patricia was again pushing her ass back in contrapuntal rhythm to Undertaker's thrusts. “Oh god! I feel you rubbing against each other! Oh...so good. Gently! Please, not too deep! Oh yes...like that! Yes...yes...unnnnnnh!”“You little slut! You love being fucked, don't you!” Mr. Johnson had pulled his cock from her mouth and was stroking himself vigorously. “I should have invited the entire upper management staff. You'd like that,. “Care to come up for a drink or something?” she asked coyly.“I don’t need any more to drink, but I’d like the ‘or something’,” was his not unexpected response. Reaching under his jacket he peeled off the cummerbund and untied the bow tie.Once inside her apartment, Cassie closed the door behind them and said, “Stay there.” She turned her back to him and reached inside the mink coat. Unzipping the evening gown, she allowed it to slip down inside the dress, then stepped out of it. Turning back to.