When I left her office, I stopped at the reception desk and thanked Teresa for her courtesy. As I left, I saw Carmen packing up her briefcase and movi...ng out toward her mother. They looked like very happy and successful people. I envied them.I spent a good part of Monday afternoon, Tuesday and Wednesday calling my regular customers and asking them if there was any opportunity for me to work as an individual contractor. I would hire myself out to repair, service, or even provide training on both. Melody and her daughter were busily setting the food onto the table, and waving the flies away. They were chatting happily to each other, as I watched Melody reach across the table, her skirt riding up her bare buttocks. Then Melissa pulled the bag of chips open and bent down to pour it into a large bowl, her shirt dropping away from her breasts. My cock was stirring within it's confines, and I reached down to shift it to a more comfortable position as Melody came to the grill with a platter. Looking through a catalog devoted to sissy clothes.Plus the occasional sex toy for said sissies. Sometimes the line betweenclothing and toy was a bit blurred in my opinion. Anne flopped down intoa chair, slouching back nibbling on a fingernail. Then she slung one legover the chair arm. That along with the shortish full skirt allowed methe opportunity to admire her underpinnings. Of stockings, garter beltand panties. The gossamer nude panties were pure eye candy from the getgo. What made it so. She just watched me. I could tell that she was holding herself back, and I could see the desire in her eyes as she motioned for me to get into the tub. ‘My name’s Ava, what’s yours?’ I asked, trying to make the situation a little more comfortable. As I crawled into the tub and sank beneath the bubbles, she looked at me strictly in the eye and said, ‘Amber. I am preparing you for my mistress. She will be up shortly.’ My breath caught in my throat. I had known of course, I’d watched the way.