“Mowr?” she questioned with a coy little smile.“Nothing,” he said as he leaned in to kiss her again. The leather was cool and slick as he ran...his hand over it and she draped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down closer, and nibbled at his ear.“Tell me a story?” she whispered, and she flicked a tongue across his ear.“Say what?” he mumbled as he kissed her hair.She brushed the soft tail across the side of his face. “I remember a time when you would blush and get all fidgety when I. She's the girl you want to take home and introduce to the family a freshnaive innocent outlook on life. Luckily, she has never lost that outlook. Carrie on the other hand is very different. Carrie is a knockout, tits,ass, and the whole package. Carrie's personality is opposite of Barb's, sofar opposite it's off the scale. Carrie spent her early twenties dancingin the Vegas nightclubs and has very few inhibitions. Outgoing to a tee,flirtatious sexy and very aggressive, on more then one occasion. “Hey, Marty, what’s up?”“I’ve got reporters around here sniffing around the place. It would seem that Carter Braxton isn’t as far in the closet as he thinks he is.”“Tell me something I didn’t already know.” Carter Braxton was my Assistant Legislative Director and was quite good at it. He was also gay and hiding it. He hid it pretty well, too, but both Marty and I had been dinged by our gay-dar. I talked it over with Marty and we basically shrugged. It wasn’t our business and Carter was a good. Over the following days and weeks, during which I was given menial tasks and responsibilities, my condition improved and when I saw myself in one of the fine mirrors of her household I saw a new woman. I never left her employ after that. Mistress Pickles’ house was, I was to discover, a salon for ladies who, like me and Mrs Pickles herself, favoured the sexual intimacy of other women. No doubt my Mistress was aware of my similar proclivities or, were she not, she soon came to be. I attended.