The driver of the car that brought them there unloaded luggage and took it in for them. He could see from his position several people inside the hous... when the door was opened. It looked like they had come back from some kind of trip and having a welcome home party from his perspective. Roarke watched the house as the night went on. Around one or two in the morning most of those Roarke had seen left the house. He continued to watch the house until morning. Right before sunrise Roarke got. I tipped Mrs. Apple anextra $20 for her help.Once back in the car, I said: "Go ahead, Bobbi, speak without fear." How could you do that? I thought you were my friend." You thought I was an easy lay."That silenced him better than any threat. I let the professor talk again: "Bobbi, moral codes are there for areason. Your moral code says men don't wear mascara and pretty blouses.When you look at a tube of mascara or a pretty blouse, you're helplessto resist, so the moral code doesn't apply to you.. ”“That’s true. I will, on the other hand, always be your friend and look out for you. And be there when you need someone to talk to, or you have a problem, or just need to talk. You are a sweet girl and I like you a lot. You’re right though, I can’t be your boyfriend because of Jennifer.”“And Joyce,” she said. “Don’t leave her out of the equation.”“True, but that’s a very different kind of relationship. It’s complicated. Both of them meet emotional and intellectual needs that I have, but meet. Sir sat and watched as Sissikins blushedconstantly at the exposure of her bare ass, herlocked up clitty and most of her new tits. “Get used to it, fuck doll,” Sir said at one point.“A lot more people are going to see you in a coupleof months, and you won’t be able to cover anythingup.” The salesgirls could barely suppress their amusementat the humiliated sissy, and with Sir’sencouragement, they freely fondled her ass, cock andtits as they helped her try.