She closed the door against the world and dumped her bag on a chair.And there he was - a smile on his face, a hug in his arms and a glass in his hand....I'm not even going to ask, I can see it in your face." Greg handed her the glass - white wine with a dash of soda water. "Are you hungry?"She took a long sip before answering. "No, not at all — the boss organised a Chinese banquet in the loading bay. The food was great. Pity there were no chairs though." Thought it might have been a day like. She came up to me and said, "May I help you sir?" I stammered and stuttered a bit, saying that I was just looking for a present for my wife. She smile and said again, "are you sure I can't help you sir?" with a sardonic smile on her face.At this point, I figured that she was expecting me, and I blurted out, "My name is Sissy Candy, and I would like to be fitted for a pretty pink satin corset." Ah, so you are Jennifer's and Holly's little sissy boy," she exclaimed with a giggle. The other girls. I vaguely remember laying her back on the rug, smiling, as I perused her beautiful naked body, slowly and lovingly we, melted together, as we moved with each other, as one in front of the dancing flames. she caressed my hair, kissed my face, looking down at me she smiled and put her arms around me, wrapping her legs around my back, and sighing with pleasure, I clung on to her as I pressed my manhood, gently but firmly within her, as she moaned-with pleasure, I picked up the pace a little and. I think he is only here to collect his rent from the barber and to make a cup of tea. He may not come up here and has no reason to enter this unused bedroom.”Then she was gone.Within a minute she was back with the diary, lighter and eye glasses and we stood behind the door, listening. The bedroom was close to the stairs, the walls quite thin, so if you were quiet you could hear the man, who we assumed was Curly Cavenagh, banging about in the kitchen.“He’s filling a kettle with water,” in a low.