Jenny had Denise teach me how to curtsey, and reminded me that I shouldcall Jenny Mistress Jenny, or just Doctor Moore, and Denise Madam or MrsVaughn....I think it's going to be funny to see you curtseying to me Bridget."she told me.For a long time now she had stuck to calling me Bridget and it was nowso automatic, I think if she had called me Bruce I wouldn't think shewas talking to me.I was shocked when my new uniforms arrived though. They were nothingmore than burlesque costumes, parodying a. Licking my lips as I gazed at his glorious member. I couldn't wait to have his delicious cock in my mouth. I licked him from base to tip getting him nice and ready for my mouth. I placed my soft warm lips over the tip of his hard throbbing cock, sucking his length in nice and slow. Soon he was down my throat and making me gag a little. I pulled up until he was almost all the way out then repeated sucking him in slow. He let out a moan and placed one hand on my head, stroking my hair. I upped. I was fascinated. “Go on - try it!” he said, “See how hard you can get the other one.” Mrs Miller’s nipples were fat and dark, sitting in the middle of wide, dark areolae. The one I tentatively touched was almost flat and maybe half an inch across and I was strangely reluctant to folllow Bobby’s example and grasp it.“You know that’s where the milk comes from, don't you?” said Bobby. I nodded. “See if you can suck some milk out.” I cupped the heavy tit in my hand, bent my head froward and took. The Inn was a very fancy name for a shabby downtown motel. It was obviously outside the downtown rehab area. It was headed toward oblivion, and should be there in a few year. It was a good thing we got to town when we did, if we wanted to hang out there."So it's dinner at Elizabeth's Italian restaurant and then on to the Portland Inn's lounge," I suggested to Reggie."That Portland Inn looks pretty seedy. Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked."You are the one who told me she wanted to see.