‘I don’t care if she’s crazy or not, I’ve got to get to know her a lot better.’I was seated in a small grouping of comfortable chairs facing...the windows, when she returned. She had changed into a pair of snug fitting jeans and a casual man-tailored shirt, the top three buttons of which were undone, allowing for just a hint of cleavage to show. I stood as she approached, her hand extended in greeting.“I don’t think I ever introduced myself, I’m Eve, Eve Marshall.”I accepted her hand, her grip. "Mary Ann continued, "By the way, do you have enough unmentionables andnight clothes for a week or two. If not, we can all go over to the'Sissy Shoppe' and get you stocked up." "That's a good idea," exclaimed Toni, "Then we can all go out fordinner. Peety won't home before seven." While Toni was bubbling over about shopping and dinner, Pamelareluctantly took her restraint key out of her purse and handed it toMary Ann. Pamela turned to Toni and said "I'm sorry Toni, I can't goshopping. . .Excited to come across an adolescent in bad need of cash."Oooh, well, uh—I'll give you, uh—5% commission of the ticket sales for the night...," he said, evaluating his investments. "Plus, of course—uurhmm, your salary...70 a show, 3 times a night, 3 times a week. OK?" he continued, assured of my worth, his cock thumping wild in his pants, certain of a complimentary fuck as I continued my unabashed seduction in his eyes.The quick, salacious demonstration made me all wet and aroused, true, and. She’s 24 years old now and a sex bomb and equally sexually driven as me. This all started when me and my family shifted to Rajasthan from the capital a few years back.We lived near my aunt’s place because we were new to the place. Being first cousins we guys gelled up quickly. At first, neither of us had intentions of fucking each other. As the time flew we both started getting closer and got to know each other. When we were together our happiness knew no bounds. It was a regular day and I.