Peta was sitting on a stool in front of a make up mirror with her back to me, naked apart from killer heels. Magnificent hips, all over golden sun tan... though modest tits visible in the mirror. “Does my body turn you on,” she teased as she stood with her back to me, Is my ass big? Forty-two inches.‘“Which way would you like to fuck me,” she smiled, full of confidence as she turned to face me, legs apart. Wonderful, fleshy thighs complimenting her hips and an exciting trimmed tuft of jet black. " That really doesn't matter Bernie. You've undergone the same genderchange treatment as a post-surgical transsexual. What do you say?" What would I be doing?" You'd be a saleslady." But I don't have any experience at that." They'll train you. What do you say?"Mason knew he needed to get a job soon. He'd just been thinking aboutthat very problem last night. "Okay." Good. But there's one other thing." What?" You have to look like a saleslady. Meaning you have to wear a dressand makeup Bernie.. In full view of her brother.Who couldn’t believe his eyes, and couldn’t tear them away from watching his sister give me one heck of a blow-job. As she was giving me head I glanced at her brother who, whilst not knowing I was glancing his way, was rubbing his own crotch. I suggested to him to “join the party” which brought him out of his daydream.His sister, the one who at that moment had my erect penis all the way into her mouth, quickly turned her head and looked at him (ouch). My pain was. Miss Casey reached forward and grasped an erect nipple. "Yes, you can't just buy this stuff. You have to know your size. Besides, don't tell me you aren't enjoying yourself, slut, your nips give you away."Denise tried to pull away, but she was held firmly by her nipple. "I don't care. Just give me what's on the list. I'm sure it will all f-Ahhhh!"It was at that moment the dreadful woman applied a clamp to her sensitive flesh. "You bitch! Ah, Jesus that hurt!" Denise said."See, I told you we.