I’d feel better if you just called me, Eli.”“As you wish, Mr. Eli. Please allow me to assist your lady friends from the carriage,” the man sai..., turning quickly to clap his hands toward the front entrance.There were six bellboys dressed in top hats and red tails hurrying down the steps. Each of them ran to one of the waiting carriages to assist the girls as they stepped down from the carriage.Mr. Montague turned in time to take Kit’s hand as she stepped to the sidewalk. He turned again and. "Hey," I say, making myself a cup. "Where's Charlotte?" In bed," Keith explains. "Church tomorrow. You're welcome to join us ifyou want." Best if I don't," I reply. "It'd probably raise too many questions,especially after what happened to Charlotte's father." This raises aquestion that had been bugging me for a while."Does she speak about her father much?" I ask Keith, genuinely concernedfor my friend's well-being. "When we're out shopping she talks a lot-mostly about herself." This prompts an. Sherry looked around Whitney was gone. Then a strange feeling shot through her. She looked down. Her chest was growing. Youth flowed through her. It felt like her normal transformation into "Whitney". It was pain mixed with a tickling feeling. Sexual urges weren't shooting through her though. Sherry passed out. Her body was multiplied by Whitney's, making her exponentially sexier. Whitney's traits dominated for the most part. Her breasts kept growing to a nice DD. Her skin smoothed as it became. Whilst in one of the bars I overheard a couple of the local men talking about a place they called the wash and wank. After a while I realised they were talking about a whore house. I was intreged. So after a while one of the guys left so I went over to the other guy and started asking him about it.He told me all about the place and gave me the address. You'll get everything you're looking for there my friend and more he said as he started laughing.After a few days curiosity got the better of.