Mrs. Carter pressed up against Jack, and reached down to his crotch. Shegave it a squeeze, held it, and smiled."You like this, don't you, Jackie?"Jack... swallowed hard, and nodded."Yessss. Little Jackie's *wuvs* being Mrs. Carter's panty boy, doesn'the? Or should I say, she?" Noreen laughed, and used her grip to pullJack toward the bed.***"So, Jackie, are you going to be my panty boy? My sissy slave?"Jack's head bobbed up and down as he moaned his affirmations. Mrs.Carter's hand continued to work. He was getting off on watching me squirm... There was hardly any light now in the office, the only illumination coming from the security lighting outside. However, this was enough for me to see Peter's bulging trousers, below his expanding middle aged gut and the worrying look on his flabby face. "Now, if you want me to be quiet about what you've done, you'll be quiet about what I tell you to do now" he said while undoing his belt and letting his trousers and pants fall to the floor. His cock. And there were others, men living their lives from shot to shot with nothing else of interest, who would do anything for their fix. Most of them lived with nerves showing, over sensitive, needing the sedation, but it's the worst choice they made, even if to them it was a necessity. And there were ladies, too; whores and sycophants wanting nothing more than the loving company of a fellow junky, especially a beautiful, famous musician to lovingly shove a needle into their arm or thigh and get. .yes, I suppose...but I don't understand. You're talking about the impossible dream." "Do you let Bobby dress up at home in your clothes Keri? Is he sweet and demure and girlish when he's dressed that way?" "Why are you asking me all these questions Monica? I thought we were here for dinner." "Oh, you ARE Keri, but Diane wanted to give you a present for your wedding, one that would last the rest of your lives and we thought of this." "And what is THIS?" "THIS is giving you a sweet, soft.