“Almost none,” I groused. “The fucking game didn’t fucking end until fucking 2:35 in the fucking AM when fucking Keith Primeau scored a fuckin... goal in the fifth fucking overtime to give fucking Philadelphia a fucking chance in the fucking playoffs!”“SOMEBODY isn’t happy!” Ralph said, as he came down the hallway.“Today is NOT the day you want to rag on the boss!” John said, shaking his head. “Or me! We’re fucking pissed and fucking tired!”What had us both so upset was that we’d stayed for the. As I said this I crossed to the bedroom door and rested a hand on the door handle. "What is it, please tell me?" you asked the realisation that what ever it was would be sexual and part of our fantasies dawning. "My darling whore, I have chosen one of your presents with great care and I hope it will offer you one of the best nights of your life" My hand started to turn the handle then I paused. "No, we need a little extra spice" I smiled as I walked to your chest of drawers. From there I. " There wassilence."You want me to take Alex as Amanda?" George asked."Yeah why not it's not as if your staying overnight just drive down go tothe party and then come back again, no one needs to know least of allAmanda, your just going to a family party no big deal and as I said youboth get what you want, you both get to be there." Only one small problem there what about Alex's mum she knows about thishow is she going to feel about her son turning up at her Husband'sbirthday party in drag,". Mary askedFran?oise and Stephanie to be waitresses for the evening and witness thehumiliation the poor boys were subjected to. How did you feel thatevening Stephanie?"I looked at her knowing what she wanted to hear."I was pleased no one thought I was a boy." Do you hear that?" she asked Mrs Stewart, "Stephanie was pleased thateveryone thought she was a girl, especially when the poor sissy boys wereasked to give each other blow jobs in public. What delicious humiliation!Of course Aunt Mary has.