She could see herself in themirrors on the walls as she turned and she was a sight indeed with herlong, floor length, off the shoulder black and pink ...own flashing about. The built in petticoats kept the skirt spread out and in her strugglesher clear plastic and black patent pumps with the brutal six inch heelswould flash on occasion.After a few moments they returned to their labors. Her wrists weremomentarily freed from each other but remained in the strong grips of hertormentors. Leather. He blushed, then put his arm on my back and escorted me to the car.Once we were on the road, I asked, "Okay, Dad. What's up?" I wanted to make sure we were on the same page when it came to yourmom." If you mean we shouldn't tell her I used to be a dying boy, she haddied giving birth to me, and we both got a second chance by a goddess?Then I agree completely." I figured you'd say that. I actually want to make the argument weshould tell her." Say what now?" Look. I was able to ... distract her. She set the bottle back on the table, glanced at Joey and smiled.He knew a question was coming, but about what he didn't know. Or when it would come. She took a lot more time than mom, and he began to feel nervous with the anticipation of the question. His face felt hot. She bent slightly and took a bite of pancake. Joey stared and his penis throbbed when he saw the top of one of her breasts, and realized that she must be nude beneath her robe. He blushed but kept staring; he desperately wanted. The guests are going to go wild. What’s on your plate tonight?’ ‘Madam Hostess said I will work the private room. Some lobbyists are hosting a VIP, probably another Congressman. What about you?’ ‘I already have a private one-on-one session pre-arranged for later tonight. Until then, I will be a cocktail hostess on the gaming floor.’ The women completed their preening and preparations and departed for their respective assignments. As they were navigating the hallways, they passed Rachel. She was.