By the time I was 13, I had developed small breasts, like a girl of myage. The doctor called it gynecomastia and said that it should go awayon its own... At that time Katie got her first bra. That also meant thatI too started wearing bras when dressed as a girl. Of course, they werepadded and made my breasts more prominent. Katie loved that I hadbreasts but was jealous since mine were bigger than hers. That onlyadded to my humiliation. We did play with each other's breasts onoccasion and I found. Besides, I had run out of coppers to keep feeding the coin slot in the telephone box.I climbed those 39 steps of the narrow staircase to my office slowly, my foot aching, so I gripped the rail tightly as I pulled myself up. It had been a long, frustrating and exhausting night, before we gave up on the client ever turning up in her Bentley, we never got any pictures and we gave up shortly after the Colonel and waitress waved each other fond farewell, while all around us the Luftwaffe were. I opened my mouth to ask, but she told me before I could. “My name is Aurumania,” she told me. Of course it was. Why wouldn’t her name be something beautiful and exotic. It fit her perfectly. She was adorned with gold and Swarovski crystals that would seem gaudy on anyone else, but it was perfect on her. She wore what looked like a combination of brown leather and rubber, betraying her kinkiness. She then dropped the bomb on me when she said, “I’ve actually been checking you out all night. I. Not so good news to share with you, and Jennifer,” Paul replied as he struggled to keep his tears from flowing, again.“Come, sit here in the parlor, and tell me, tell us,” Sammy said as she motioned to Jennifer. “What’s going on? What’s got you so...”Cathy, Lynette and I took a seat on the beautiful formal, styled couch, while Jennifer sat in a gorgeous striped, wing-chair. Paul took Sammy’s hand and sat with her on another beautiful sofa across from us.Paul took a deep breath and slowly.