Do you want know why Justin? Why you? “ she asked and stared at me intently.I did want to know. I still didn’t get that and it was the fundamental... question above all else. I had a thousand more to follow but until I understood why I had been chosen of all the guys that obviously pay to watch them on the Internet I really couldn’t begin to understand anything else.“The question should be why not you! You aren’t a drug addict. You aren’t a shit head deadbeat, you aren’t a user and a conniver. You. You must be Mr. Thompson," the mechanic said as Stephenopened the door."Yes that's me," Stephen replied."Is your wife around?" the woman asked. "I need her to sign somedocuments," she explained. Stephen nodded."Of course," he called Emily over and she entered the hallway. "I'llleave you two to it," Stephen told them."Lovely home you have ma'am," the mechanic told Emily."Thanks," Emily replied bluntly. "Let's just get this over with," Themechanic showed Emily the car first. It wasn't as beaten. I confided how lovely it was to feel feminineand pampered and was rewarded with a lovely gentle kiss on the cheek. Theconversation soon turned to the dress hanging a few feet away as the make-up was carefully applied ? we both admired it and praised Mrs Kennedy?ssense of style. Stepping into the dress, with help from Jane, I feltsecure and lady-like as Jane zipped up the back of the bodice. Janeslipped a pair of white stilettoes with five inch heels onto my feet and Isaid how gorgeous they. And that’s how it started.”The titillating story had James aroused and curious to know more. James gazed at Aunt Julie’s pretty face and the sexy cleavage exposed by her low cut sun dress. “So what do you do for these guys?” He asked innocently. ”Well,” She said. “I do the same things that I do for myself. We all masturbate. I just found a way to make money doing it in front of random men on my webcam. It doesn’t take much time to pay the bills.” The conversation continued for about.