“Yes Miss Sophia” he addressed, “can I be of service?”“Two of my guests have informed me that there is some raging, psychotic transvestite h...led up in my Powder Room. Is this true Peeboy?”The attendant stood motionless, transfixed by Sophia’s beauty and ashamed of the attire that incriminated him.“Where did these clothes you have on come from?”“From the hamper” his hand shook as he pointed to the lid of the hamper that still remained open.“And whose panties and brassiere are you wearing. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne and we took it in turns to swig from the bottle, I felt free, the relief was almost tangible, it was brilliant, absolutely fucking brilliant!"Wait" I shouted and he looked at me in alarm, but I'd suddenly realized that I was wearing designer jeans, I think they cost about two hundred pounds, my blouse must have been a bout a hundred, the shoes at least ninety, even my bloody bra had cost about fifty pounds and if I remembered rightly, my. "Hey, you kids use up all that lube already. Must a been some hot fucking last night." He laughed.He was dressed the same as the previous night. I looked more closely at him. I couldn't say he was ugly but he wasn't good looking either. Yet he seemed to have a way about him that made you relax."Um, ummm, don't missy look hot tonight. You not the flat chested little thing I thought you was. I hope that boyfriend of yours knows how to nibble proper on those little apples."Claire blushed. I had. It was half full of water. “It does go down but very slowly,” she told him. “My husband insists on emptying his teapot down the sink. He prefers leaf tea to tea bags.” “I see,” he told her as he put down his bag and opened the cupboard underneath. She watched him clear away everything from under the u-bend pipe. “Got a bucket?” he asked her. Carla fetched one and then looked on as he uncoupled the pipe. Five minutes later he had it cleared and back in place. She smiled as she felt a wave of.