Where months ago the room had been occupied by a group of re-organized young men, now, everywhere I looked were glossy painted lips, smooth nylon e...cased legs, high heels and tight short skirts. I looked down at myself, seeing my own stocking covered thighs, my platform shoes. Not mine, I told myself, they're Mar Mar Marcie's. My mind was strained. Not Marcie, Marc. His name was Marc, and my name was Len, and there was Brett and Tim too. We were all employees here, but we were being. I mean it’s so small.’ ‘Don’t let the size fool you, it is a full fledged instrument. It is quite difficult to play well too. Few played as well as Willie.’ ‘But why was he staggering along the tracks?’ ‘I doubt he was drunk. He had diabetes you see, had it for years. He was normally quite good keeping it controlled. Checked his blood, took the shots and medicine.’ ‘How do you know all this?’ ‘I’m a musician, play some of the local clubs… saxophone, a bit of bass clarinet,’ the man said.. ” How long has this been going on ? “ he asked. “Around 3 or 4 years” I sniffled. Bob shook his head slowly, like he was thinking. “If I don’t tell your mother you were wearing her clothes you will have to be punished by me. Do you understand ? “ he asked. “Yes ,you can punish me , just don’t tell Mom “I begged. Bob sat on the edge of the bed .”Come here” he said . I approached him. Moving his arm swiftly he yanked me stomach down onto his lap . “What you need is a good. ” She added as she leaned over and ran her hand down Mark’s chest, and swept it up the curve of his cock. Then turning to him she added, “Mmmm this looks nice, mind if I have a taste?” Looking first to Mark and then for permission to Richard. Mark just grinned and widened his stance, but Richard announced “No, I don’t mind this time, but it’s not happening again.” So Lucy turned back, sank to her knees and held Marks penis in her hands, examining and delicately licking the tip. Noting that.