He asked to see my girls, and I called them in, making them stand in a row for him to chose. While inspecting them, he made extensive use of his cane,... lifting a chin, patting a waist, lifting a skirt to inspect the leg of the girl in question. With a wrinkled brow he turned to me. “I am afraid that none of these girls are to my liking, Madam. They are, indeed, a fine line of pretty faces, but I doubt that any of them would be able to act accordingly when faced with my more peculiar desires.” I. Emily saw the rise in the front of his brief and broke the silence with a cheerful “good morning.” She asked if he desired something special for breakfast and he tore his eyes away from her sex to look at what she had already laid out on the table. He not only was okay with what she had prepared, but also felt ready and eager for the day ahead. He wolfed down two sunny side-up eggs, two strips of bacon, four pancakes drenched in maple syrup and a tall glass of milk. Emily looked on with. ”“It wouldn’t hurt. Let’s get out of here and shut the door before one of these guys barfs from looking or the smell. Let’s go wash our hands. You go out. I’m going to take a shower so I’m ready for the day. Send Sarah into the shower, then you go. I’ll be out in five.”I did get a quick shave and shower and dressed in the jeans and T-shirt, but tucked my Glock in my waist. When I went into the sitting room, the food was there and the vultures were quickly eating while keeping an eye on my. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, imaginingwhat it would be like turning into some kind of hot girl that some guyfantasized about. It was very hard to even imagine. Instead, I juststared at my reflection, noticing that I looked like crap. I lookedsort of pale and tired, not to mention sick.I ran my hands over my body, noticing that I actually felt sort ofstrange. Not only did I feel cold and clammy, but my skin felt sortof...spongy. The texture was a little off and.