The next week and out of the blue I get a call from Neil asking me out for coffee. I agree and we meet in this lovely little coffee shop on the High S...treet where we have met several times before. We have the usual chit chat and small talk and then he asks me something which takes me aback to say the least. "Are you really joking or did you fancy making a bit of money on the side for bags and shoes?" asks Neil, with a smirk on his face. I just laugh it off, giggling "Oh Neil, although we are. More than one young lady trainee had been cycled through his department for inventory training only to end up wiggling ass in his face and begging to be fucked. Problem was, most of them were fairly nice kids and having bit of a warm heart he usually let them go before long. Pam on the other hand…. ahhhh yes…quite the bitch. He might hold onto her for a while.Sid had lived the Dom life for more than 20 years and you just can’t work with so many women that long without learning something about. The urge for panties and a good fingering became unbearable. He pulled off his pants. Then he removed his underwear. Juices ran down his legs. His body hair receded into his body. He slipped on the panties. His mind was deep into Whitney's. He uncontrollably reached into his pussy. He hair grew to full length around his ass. His breasts came upon the border of C and D. The last of Tucker's persona was becoming Whitney. That part of his mind fought back to stop him from finding the clit, but it. To ab meri tharak bar chuki thii .To ek di sote sote maine bua ke boobs pe haat rakh diya kya mulayam boobs the vo mannkr raha tha aabhi choosne lag jao but himmat nahi thimaine dhire dhire thore press kiye meri muth pent me hi jhar gyi or maine osse saaf krke bua ke upper hi haat rakh ke soo gya ….Subha utha to sab kuch normal tha bua ko kch nahi pata chala to fir subha jab bua nahane gyi or jb naha ke bahar aayiTo mai nahane gya maine vaha bua ki uthari hui panty dekhi or meri thark ke karan.