Hit daddy up.”He browsed the messages for about five minutes before he got private one from Mouse. The soft voice said, “You can fuck my faggot as..., Daddy! I’m five-ten and weigh about one-seventy. I have a 48-inch ass, with a 32 waist. I’m brown-skinned. Horny and live alone.”Duval got hard instantly. He pressed the button to speak live with the sissy. “Hi,” purred Mouse.“Hey! I’m D. I’m come over and fuck the shit outta you,” the mature man opined.“I’d love that,” beamed the trap.“Good! Take. ." You're breaking your own rule, Ingrid," said Fred, who had just comeup behind her. "No shop talk at tea break. I'll tell Steve all aboutit when he actually starts work." He turned to me. "How are you,kiddo? Great to see you. You're looking fit. College life obviouslyagrees with you. How's that girl of yours? Rachel, wasn't it?"He sensed everyone looking daggers at him."What? What did I say?"Without me noticing, Vera and Sharon had slipped away quietly, and Fredand my mother went. "Thank you Miss," I replied, looking at the carpet. "I'veprepared the gown you asked for."She nodded. "You can put it on the bed." She stood up. "Ladies spend halftheir lives dressing and undressing, don't they Mary?" You must look your best Miss," I said as I laid her gown on the coolbedclothes, using my spare hand to flush out the skirt and neaten thebows."You must think us awfully vain." Not at all," I said.A momentary smile graced her lips, then faded. "Have you ever worn a silkgown, Mary?". But, seriously, I had hoped to clear out your mind. So, I didn’t, huh?”“I don’t know, Hunter. It’s just something I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, think about for so long. It’s hard for me to accept it all at once.”He smiled again and said, “Well, when you’re ready, just remember I’m available.”He turned and started out the door and I said, “Hunter!”He turned back.“Uh… I’m ready,” I said.We just looked at each other for several long seconds, and then he said, “I bet you are. Hold on. I’ll be right.