It seemed only fair that since his dark brown eyes were burning through what there was of my dress that I could do the same. I liked what I saw. Very ...uch. His hair was jet black, cut short and swept back, a few stubborn strands fell across his forehead, giving him the look of a mischievous schoolboy who was trying to pass for James Bond. His chin was strong and square with a cleft . His body was lean and hard and I felt myself willing him to turn around so I could look at his ass. If it was. As therealization of what he had just done hit him, Tommy turned brightred and would have run from the room had Susan not restrainedhim. Next on the makeshift stage was Little Miss Mandy. Unlikemost of the other feminized slaves in our circle, Mandy had notbeen transformed through hypnosis but through rigorous trainingby his mother Carla instead. She had turned down the mesmerizingroute, thinking it would be more fun (and more embarrassing tothe former Martin) if the 14-year-old boy were. You and I will divide the work, though if there is something for which one of us is better suited, we’ll take that into account.”“Oh sure,” Sam smirked. “I’m smarter and better, so I get saddled with everything!”I chuckled, “While your initial proposition is correct, your conclusion isn’t. I’m not going to argue with you about who’s smarter or more knowledgeable, and I won’t use that to pawn off all the work on you!”“It’s a wise man who knows when not to argue with a woman!”“You’ve met my. ”She got the book that she had brought in with her and put on the side board. She opened it to the photo she had shown Bobby, and then showed it to her daughter.“That’s me, on our wedding day,” she said. She had never showed these pictures to her daughter. They had been hidden away in the back of a closet for fifteen years.“You were beautiful, Mamma,” gasped Constance.“You look just like I did in that photograph,” said Prudence.“No I don’t!” said Constance, staring at the picture.“You could,”.