She was just so brilliant! Just so talented. Just so sexual. I forgot about mum. I forgot about the audience. I forgot about Charlie. I forgot about e...erything. It was just me and this girl in the whole world. I stood and clapped and whistled with the crowd as the music finished and she curtsied. The teacher marched onto the stage with a bunch of roses for her and held her hand high like a boxing champion.The show was over. It took a moment for my heart to stop racing. People shuffled down the. Do you think your mother would have loved you more if you were a realdaughter?Yes.What else?Color? I get the impression, Jamie, that you think women wear only pinkand they paint their rooms pink and use only flowery dishes and prettythings. Does it bother you to think that women don't actually wear allgirly dresses and play with makeup like you think we do? I mean,seriously, I don't think I have a pink panty in my drawer. Does thatbother you? Can't a woman wear white or beige or black panties. It worked like a charm and in the space of a few months they had a dozen successful unions to boast about. News of the service spread quickly but they kept the business small, exclusive and expensive. Quality not quantity was the motto. However, the first client was not yet married off. They had tried a couple of promising suitors but Linda rejected each of them so she put romance and sex on hold for awhile. Then she met Tom. Tom was a prospect from a pompous family whose ancestors made their. What a hot scene!Sunny: Uhhhhh.Master: Are you repeating the words in your mind?Sunny: Yes!Rose: What words?Chloe: I don’t know.Sunny: Ahhhhh.Master: Are you ready?Sunny: Yes!Sunny was now lying on her back. She lefter both her legs in the air. She was touching her pussy with her right hand now. Master was just in front of her pussy.Rose: I think they’re going to have sex!Chloe: Why are we still here, watching?Rose: Because it’s interesting!Me: Exactly!Chloe: Uhhhh!Rose: Shhhh!Master: Hey!Oh.