My male wardrobe seemed to be dwindling, withmore camis, blouses, soft pullovers and ladies pants taking their place.Of course I have only had pretty...panties and tight girdles for underwearfor many years already.Mistress had treated me to a mani and pedi and my nails looked so lovelyand long. I guess this was a bit more of her stepping up the game. My co-workers, at least the women, loved it when I came in with gel extendednails polished a pretty sparkling pink. They all wanted to know where. Really. I know I shouldn't have done that," she apologized quietly, shaking her head. "But I was going crazy!" What's going on?" I whispered."It's a long story," she told me. And then she said nothing else.I sat beside her for a while, still softly rubbing her back through the thin T-shirt she wore. I was scared that something was really wrong with her. Was she on drugs or something? That wasn't the Emily I knew. She had always been very responsible, taking care of our little sister and me,. I pushed her head down and she started to gag, turning me on even more. I was like an a****l, I grabbed her and carried her and placed her on the couch. I was hungry and needed to feast. I went down on her already wet pussy while I played with her nipples. I knew what she liked and how to control her. I was licking her clit while fingering her. She was so wet and came after a few minutes. I needed her to fuck me, I shoved my dick into her and started to thrust violently into her. It was such a. “It’s well before class. I see you’re having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. May I invite you into my office for a cup of tea, and to see if we can solve that problem?” Shelley gave her a grateful look.It was vague in Lois’ mind, but she was becoming aware that she was acquiring some of Harold’s abilities to project empathy. As she and Shelley came into the office, and Lois shut the door, Lois paused them near a mirror. “Shelley, have you ever noticed the strong resemblance in our mutual.