At 1045AM the morning after her son Aaron had spent the night fucking Stella Harris Michelle Jackson stood in front of the mirror in her dressing room... She had chosen to wear thin zip up tennis dress for her little trip over to see Stella Harris. Stella’s passion was tennis, the white fabric looked good against her toned black skin, it was short, which showed off her long legs and most of all it was easy to take off, which she had every intention of doing. She had tied her long hair in a pony. .. that's them ... trying to explain to the slave driver ... that's you ... why they don't know where your bridge went." Well, do you know where our bridge is?" I suspect you'll find it wherever there's a smelter that don't ask too many questions," she said. "They'll probably be making re-bar or pouring ingots for resale or a foundry that makes iron pipe or drill pipe or bomb casings." Would you happen to know where such an animal is?" I would. There's 15 foundries, 125 salvage yards and two. "What is it you do for a living anyway, Mr. Wilshire? I am afraid that the information sheet I reviewed didn't contain that information," Mark asked me curiously."I am independently wealthy. I run a philanthropic agency, that distributes funds that my conservative 'blue chip' investments make. So in answer to your question, I do nothing at all except travel, and find worthy causes to donate to," I responded."What was your major in college?" he asked me curiously."Computer programming," I said,. Monet began laughing at the pathetic sissy."Look your sissy cream is staining the slip and your getting turned onagain," she laughing said to her pathetic sissy boy.She sat on the edge of the bed and order sissy Caroline to unlace hershoes and as he did she berated him, "What a pathetic sissy, you're justhappy to be dressed in sissy attire. Look how horny you're gettingunlacing my shoes. I bet you would like to put on a tight fitting skirtand silky blouse, would you little pervert?"Caroline.