You are a man at least. Its’ been a while”. I could not have been more obvious without saying fuck me.It worked and he moved over and sat beside m... on the couch. His hand rested on my thigh. “You are very sexy” he said. A great opening line I don’t think. “Oh really” I said as his hand moved higher. “Yes young lady. Too sexy for young guys. You need someone older who knows what women want”. “And what do women want pray tell” I asked him. “They want a man to take charge and pleasure them”. I. Under the counter I could see trays of gloves,stockings, bras, and panties. On the wall behind shelves were laden withboxes, each bearing a neat, hand-written label announcing what itcontained. In a quick glance I read; 'slips - full'; 'slips - half';'girdles - short; high-waist; panty'....and so on. Beyond, in the furtherrecesses of the shop I could see racks of women's clothing - dresses,skirts, blouses, and jackets; in both muted and bright colours andpatterns. Yet more shelves held wigs in. We had drink together and it was late around 10:30 in the evening we ended up with party and I came back home around 11:00 in the night. As soon I entered my house ….rain started outside oh it was lovely weather… My mother opened the door and she said oh you came home so early I am waiting for you from afternoon …. She saw rain and she ran out to get clothes which as hanging outside …… I also ran to help her..we both got wet ….oh she was wearing black color silk nighty…. i was able to see her. . almost as good as the man languorously lapping away between her thighs. The servants had long since been dismissed from the royal quarters, as they always were whenever the High Priest visited for their "lessons."Of late, the High Priest had been more and more daring and adventurous in his pedagogy. He had a growing coterie of "priestesses" to perform all manner of rituals. Ever since he recovered from his lightning strike, his appetites for expressions of faith through pleasures of the flesh.