If you've read my Xhamster profile you know that I have a leg fetish. Nylons, pantyhose, tights, knee-high schoolgirl socks, pumps, boots, mary janes ...-- to me these accessories strike some primal nerve in my brain, triggering an autonomic response. I can't help it. When I see sexy legs, synapses fire and that electrical message goes directly to my balls. Within minutes my body registers a ten-fold increase in the volume of my seminal fluid, This tsunami of spunk overwhelms the storage capacity. I offered him a dollar as the down payment and the rest of the money within the week. Frank agreed, and we skipped all the need for a credit check. Not surprising, the finance officer, Boris, a skinny Russian with a scar running down the side of his face, had problems with that. But after talking with me, he signed off on the deal eagerly. After Mary and I signed what seemed like a hundred documents, we were handed the keys to Marys new Eon. I made sure Allison could drive a manual, then told. He was going to leave the room key for her at the front desk. The concierge told him that he'd catch up with her when she came to the desk. I wonder why he needs to see her? The concierge hung up before he could ask him. Oh, well ... it must not be anything urgent!There was a knock on the door and a woman's voice announced it was the laundry service. Charles answered the door wearing just a towel around his hips. The woman appeared to be in her mid to late forties. She raised her eyebrows at. Plus he now knew that my brother Andy wassecretly being administered female hormones by me and that he would alsosoon be conditioned towards femininity. And he seemed excited by thatwhich is good because those two may at some point become best sissy girlyfriends.But mostly he had to be utterly scared to death trying to figure out howto carry out my assignment for him. That he is to ask his younger sisterCheryl to let him wear her bras and panties. And not just any bras, buther old training.