Of course this showed my ass cheeks off to the men. Two of them stopped working and nudged to the other.Now I was having their attention, I figured I ...ould seal the deal. I bent over to a lower shelf, pretending to put away the book.I then reached my hand between my spread legs and slowly began to rub my swollen and wet pussy lips as I let out a low moan. It only took a moment for one of them to get the nerve up to walk up behind me and take over for my naughty hand. His own hand was colder and. The letter inviting me to an interview at the mighty Interbank did much torestore my morale. Of its signatory, 'Ms Howard', I knew nothing then, butI was beginning to suspect that she was a far more important personage thatI'd imagined. He picked up a slim, ivory telephone that stood a little apart from the othersinstruments on the desk before him, and spoke into it softly. As he did sohis eyes ranged my figure, as if he were describing me. Finally he replacedthe instrument in its cradle, and,. A transvestite doll!Of course, Oliver Douglas was in nothing that allowed him cast aspersions. At the moment he, he was dressed in a full-length (his-length) pink nightgown and a blue terrycloth bathrobe he'd gone up into Eb's hayloft apartment to appropriate (and it wouldn't close in the front. His tall handyman was too lanky for his fit but 60-year-old body.)Oliver Wendell Douglas raised his voice more, "ALF!!"Alf was startled. "Oh, Mr. Douglas!" And he fumbled to turn off the radio. "You're. I try to help when I can, but I don,t get much time as it,s two hundred miles between where I live and where my parents live. Yes it,s true that I seduced my Daddy on my eighteenth Birthday! We Didn,t plan it that way, but it happened. Dad still feels guilty after all this time, but it was just events. Stupid morons who gate crashed my party, laced the fruit punch with vodka then forced Mum to stiff coke were the problem. High on coke she got gang banged by six of those same morons and when Dad.