Then she called, ‘Matt?’ ‘Down here,’ I called. I was in the basement. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, then Liv appeared, holding a...smoothie, and wearing flip flops, daisy dukes, and a low-cut T-shirt. I should probably give a description of us. She was about 5’4′ with light brown hair and hazel eyes, with light freckles across her nose. She had a gorgeous body, with soccer legs, an amazing, firm but soft ass, and 34 C or D cup boobs. She had a nice, toned stomach and a belly button. June Cartwright. Unable to use his hands to ease the pain he rolled over and over the floor in a vain attempt to ease the agony, his petticoat riding up his nylon stockings and over his hips exposing the pink nylon panties. Tears pouring down his face, nylon covered legs kicking into the air, petticoat around his waist, pink panties in full view, crying in pain, begging for mercy, he was the complete humiliated pathetic sissy."Mercy? You will receive no mercy from me," June Cartwright sneered,. “I’m glad we’ve become friends.” Her eyes were wide and her voice had a nervous tone to it, but she licked her lips and gently brushed her fingertips across my lips.I pulled my head back at her touch and Sasha immediately blushed and muttered an apology and moved away. “No! Wait... wait!” I replied in a panic. “Sasha, I’m good with this if you are.” I felt a shudder of nervous energy go through me, but then felt a sense of calm. Shyly I looked at Sasha, noting once again that she was in fact a. " So how big is the extension you're adding?" asked Helen."It should double the number of bedrooms." Double?!" I said in shock. "But there is a whole floor of them notcurrently used." I'm not to wonder why, but to build," June replied with a smile. Sheobviously knew something and wasn't saying."Sorry, but I need a shower before breakfast," said Helen grabbing mebefore I could ask June questions she wouldn't answer. "It was nicemeeting you." I don't think it will be the last time," said June,.