Lacey Fetterman seemed to require much more thought than any other woman Bob had ever met. A lot of that thought was still centered around his natural...suspicion. Cops are, after all, paid to be suspicious.He was sure, in his mind, that Lacey had killed the crispy critter that was about to be buried. At the same time, he was also sure that that critter deserved to be crispy. That critter had ruined Lacey's life ... twice, if you looked at it from a slightly skewed angle. He had also ruined the. You bent down and put your trousers back up and went to sit back down in the waiting room. Just as you sat down the receptionist called you to see if you had finished the paperwork. You had done and took them too her, By now the porn had been turned off and she had redressed the top half of her uniform. However she left her knickers off and they were on the floor just in your view of sight. As she was at the the computer she quickly got a glimpse of your bulge in your trousers and noticed the. ”“I have had no complaints,” I replied, “Though I own the young ladies concerned were from the lower orders and well versed in delighting gentlemen.”“Serving maids?” she enquired.“And whores,” I explained, “I spent time in Africa in the regiment and they knew nothing of marriage there. The women ran round naked bar a skirt of grass stalks and all were wed to the chief and when his back was turned every man jack of them was fonicating with every Jill in sight.”“I should like to be naked in the. Steph was particularly girly, and had an enormous collection of clothing of all kinds, as well as loads of accessories, make-up, and even wigs from her former stint as an amateur actress. At twenty-two years old I was what one could consider a skinny guy, though not at all bony. I looked rather androgynous really, which helped me inasmuch as I enjoyed dressing up as a girl for private pleasure. I say private pleasure because I had never plucked up the courage to go out in public. In fact, I had.