Even then, they could only do so if they didn't have other more important or pressing duties they were currently involved with.Even knowing this, I ha... no real intention of abusing my stay here, or in asking someone else to do anything for me, that I could obviously and just as easily do for myself. After that, it was a matter of wardrobe selections, an appointment back in the city for a beauty treatment, shopping, and of course fittings for what I learned would be "proper" and "appropriate. I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. George had gone. Stood in front ofme was Georgina. Georgina was wearing a black shoulder length wig, andred lipstick. A tight PVC lace up top was adorning Georgina's chest.Georgina was wearing the PVC mini skirt, PVC stockings and black thighlength boots. Georgina could easily be mistaken for a female. HE wasdefinitely a SHE and SHE looked gorgeous."I call this my slut look," whispered Georgina, as she lift up her skirtto reveal tight black PVC thong. She was ever so glad Mr. Kennedy was not so very long like her Mother's boyfriend Oscar. She really liked Oscar but sometimes his long, thick cock was so demanding and constantly filled her with dread that she would not be able to take it all in and make him happy.Mr. Kennedy had already lifted her tail up and was pushing his fingers into her poopy hole. She was a little worried about that because had only taken it in back there a couple of times and never with Mr. Kennedy. At least he was a. He recalled vaguely something about dilated pupils reflecting interest. Her eyes sought his."Yes, I certainly haven't forgotten that," he said.Elizabeth gave a short laugh. "Well that was about as naughty as we got, wasn't it."He wondered at her choice of words. It sounded a lot like an entrée, so he took it."We didn't really have a chance," he replied. "That was just before we graduated." Yes, and you went straight to California; no long goodbyes," she smiled."I did," he answered lamely. But.