" See I have listened to enough complaints for today and let me makemake it clear to you the more complain you make the more femininethings I will mak... you wear,these additions are result of your previousinsistence on wearing boy clothes," mom retorted.I gulped and fearing not to anger mom more I quickly wore the lehengaand then the top.That was followed by quick sliding of bangles on both my hands by momfour on each hand she then told me to keep my feet stable so that shecould tie the anklets. " Sure," Jessica replied, "no need for you to get up mom, dad. We'll be back down in a just a couple of minutes."The three of them headed to the upstairs bathroom. "A plumber who will come to your home on a Friday night," Anne wondered. "That's not easy to find."Meanwhile, in the upstairs bathroom, Jessica was on her knees sucking a black dick. Michael had his cock out and was slowly stroking it watching this spectacle."Plumber, my ass" the black man chuckled. In fact, Shawn – that was his name. " Why not?" thought the salesman. He paid the money, inserted his hands into the slot, and the machine started to buzz and whirl. Fifteen seconds later he pulled out his hands and they were perfectly manicured.The next machine had a sign that read, "This machine provides a service men need when away from their wives, 50 cents."The salesman looked both ways, put fifty cents in the machine, unzipped his fly, and with some anticipation, stuck his manhood into the opening. When the machine started. Her hand and mouth moved up and down together, squeezing tightly. Sometimes, Janice would twist her wrist, wringing her hand around the shaft instead of up and down. Sometimes, she would hold the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking on it, while rapidly jerking her hand up and down.I stood there in front of her, sometimes watching Janice as she worked on my cock eagerly, other times tilting my head up, eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of her hand, mouth and lips as she worked on me..