I looked like that creepy old guy I had seen at the steakhouse. I had seen myself, all those years ago. And I had felt something, an eerie premonition...of events to come, looking at that old haggard face.My decision made, I had no time to loose. I had somewhere to be.It appeared that I was semisolid. As long as you didn't look at me in direct light, I was normal. I was like a hologram, not like a stereotypical ghost. I could pass through walls if I wanted though.Feeling a bit low, I went in. 5″ thick and my maid name is lajo(name changed) what should i tell you about her she is so fucking great seriously her boobs are massive and uski gand to bas man krta h ki pakdo aur 24/7 marte raho. uski figure h 36D 30 38 hai a figure to die for uska complexion fair h uski thighs bht milky hai dil karta h ki unko pakad k masalte raho apna muh wahin dale rakho hamesha so ye story un dino ki h jab me 18 saal ka tha , me bht hee acha bacha types hua karta tha koi shararat nahi kuch nahi koi blue. Even Jordan has trouble believing how things are working out.Sammi and I finished the photos for her new men's line over the weekend, and yes, she did buy something sexy to wear for me from The Leather Box. I won't tell you what it was though; that's between her and me. Well, actually, it ended up on the floor with nothing between the two of us, but that's a different story all together.I got my first check for modeling. It was a lot more than I expected. Sammi told me that was what most of the. There, she did my makeup, making me look like a porcelaindoll. She placed a blonde wig on my head. She pulled out her old bridallingerie, which consisted of a bridal over bust corset, with garters, apair of bridal stockings, and a lacy bridal panty. I put the prettyunderthings on and she helped me cinch my corset in.Olivia: Ok, honey. let's dress you up. I know you want to be our sissymaid.She then pulled out an Alice In Wonderland dress with a pinafore apron, alittle girl's petticoat, and a.