Does that mean anything?" Well, she could be a sissy," the other parent said. "Does she likemaid's dresses?" I don't know. I've never bought one for h...r. Do you think I should?" Maybe. A lot of girls like that. You say she cooks? Sissies love tocook. They like being told what to do." Rebecca likes being told, too," Charlotte said, thinking pensively."Last week, Steven brought home a boyfriend for her. Taylor. She didn'teven kiss him. I'll bet she was waiting to be told to." And maybe more." And. He put his hand in the middle of my back and pushed me down onto my desk making my ass jut backwards and I could feel the heat from his cock on my ass crack. Again I started to protest as he used one hand to hold me down and I could feel him spit on my ass and run his other hand up and down my ass crack then inserting his finger into my ass. At this point my protesting had stopped and I was relishing the way his finger felt in my ass then I felt more pressure as he inserted a second finger. I. It was shimmering silver, the fabric smooth asa placid lake, with a low, wide neckline and a hem that barely reachedthe thigh. Its simplicity stood out among the wild jungle of colors anddesigns, demanding attention without calling out for it, emphasizing thatmannequin's contours in all the right ways. Lisa would be a goddess inthat thing. Just the thought was turning me on.It came on me like a religious fervor. That dress was everything. Isorted through the nearby display, the racks a bit. She was away from her desk, I walked in and lay delivered her mail, I’d turned to leave when I heard a sound.It was a tinkling sound that I followed with my ears, there was a door behind her desk, it was slightly ajar, I’d located the source of the sound. The door blocked my view but I noticed that I could see, in the mirror. Oh my God I thought, it was her private lavatory. The sound I’d heard was Miss Lawrence urinating. She was sitting on the toilet her skirt was rucked up over her hips.