" Of course, Mother. And I apologize. It was totally inconsiderate toborrow your intimates without permission. I'll never do that again.Except..." You...need some other things, don't you?" Mother looked at me withconcern in her eyes. "You don't have breasts, dear. You certainly don'tneed a bra, do you?" Girls my age are wearing bras, Mother. I feel a little naked up here. Idon't care if I don't have the breasts, but I'd like a little coverage." Yes, of course. I understand. Take off your. .." Malcome said."Just put them on!" the green man growled.Malcome pulled off his sticky wet pants and shorts, dried himself off asmuch as he could, and pulled the altered panties up his legs. Thepanties fit him perfectly, with the cup in front covering up hismanhood. Malcome pulled the strings attaching the cup to his body andgroaned."Do they have to be this...tight?!" Such is the price for beauty," the green man said plainly.Malcome took the bra in his hand and carefully put his arms in. She was desperate, she needed the cash and had seen the waitresses taking killer tips from the businessmen seated in groups throughout the club, so, she took the job, and started the next night, working 5 nights a week from 8pm - 3am. This would be more than enough work for her to fund her apartment, giving her weekends off.Her outfit consisted of a sexy black corset, making her ample breasts almost pop out the top, along with sexy pink satin panties, with knee high black boots and killer heels. Em said, “Oh,” in a surprisingly small voice. “Oh, OK then. I thought you would be a woman.” The man had laughed. “Well, I’m not, as you can see. My name’s Mike. I do most of the Brazilians here.” Em considered this as she lay in the chair with her legs apart and her pussy (which every man who had ever seen it and many who hadn’t regarded as highly desirable) on full display. “Are you gay?” she asked. He laughed again and said, “No, I’m not.” Em said, “Oh,” again, and again in a very small.