She looked positively sexy and very attractive. Marnie wore a purple French-cut panty and a push up purple bra.My little minx turned slowly so I could...get the effect of her in this outfit before she finally asked, "Well?"Didn't my wide eyes answer that? Some things just had to be spoken out loud. "You look great!" So I'm not great with words - I'm sure my lust-filled gaze added what I didn't vocalise.With a quick giggle she closed the curtain, leaving me with but a memory of that delicious. My husband's been gone for a week and a half, and we are going to have a lot of very personal things to discuss. We often talk about very personal things while we're out driving, but since he's been gone, we'll probably have more to talk about than usual. I want you to take your time getting us to this address. Do a nice job driving us around and don't let anyone interrupt us." "Little lady, it'll just be us. Do you and your husband do this kind of thing very often? Or, is this a special. You can request that she do a strip tease; you can request to French kiss, suck her titties, or lick her pussy, but it is up to her if she allows. Since we are their slaves, we must do anything they order us to do. Do you understand the rules?”“Yes,” the boys replied.“For starters, we should just be wearing our bathing suits.” I removed my blouse and wrap and Amy and Brooke quickly followed by removing their mini-dresses. The boys were already topless and only needed to remove their. " I replied, trying to deepen my voice like some of the ancient actors I idolized."A doctor," She stated with just a mild hint of shock. "Not too many boys try for something so substantial." Yes, well... I'm not most boys." I retorted as I involuntarily gripped the case holding my life's work.This statement was more accurate than she could have guessed. I was the only male on the planet whose mother had been purposely chosen him to be so. My mother, Trista Hart, the most celebrated geneticist.