We can wear only the tightest blouses, shortest skirts, or skimpiest bikinis when his friends are over. He calls these outfits our 'VIP' clothes. Some...imes he has us forget to shut the door completely when we are changing. They seem to always have a hard on when we are around.When Maggie baby-sits for Jay, our ten-year-old neighbor boy, he makes sure that if we are home we change into our 'VIP' clothes. He also makes sure Maggie gives him at least one good show before he goes home. Like the. ‘I want you to undo my jeans Leo’. My command is fulfilled instantly as he hooks his fingers under the band of my jeans and yanks me forward. His knuckles caress the skin above the jeans before he moves over to the button and pops it open. He pulls down my zipper at a slow pace with his head looking up into my face the whole time. I bite on my lower lip again and can sense that naughty tigress coming to the surface once again. He pulls down my jeans over my thighs as I stand in front of him. Buckley? And however is your dear husband these days?" It's Mrs. Hardesty now," the woman smiled back. She was in her forties and not unattractive, I suppose. She didn't really look like a man in drag at all to me. "Last I heard, Mr. Buckley was planting some nigger named Sugar Daisy down in old Orleans." Sugar Daisy?" Miss Corinne clapped her hands and laughed gaily. "What a delightful cachet! I do hope they're happy together." Are you visiting Memphis long, Miss Ingersoll?" the woman asked.. Then, they woke up in a thunderous applause, showering me with words of glee. I was adored like a saint, blessed by the most recognized authorities. And in response, I gave them a smile of appreciation before I bowed and slowly descended down the stage.It was my awaited performance in the audience of the most important members of society. Men and women of the elite stood before me in their finest clothes. With glasses of wine in their hand, they spoke of their nonchalant chatter of fortune and.