The house he owned certainly didn’t feel like a house. It was large and spacious like a famed chateau of France. His garage was reminiscent of a par...ing garage that held everything from sports cars, antique cars, and limousines. He was a man that seemingly had everything. But Roland Norton didn’t have everything. Some things could not be bought with money and favors. Time was something he didn’t have. The octogenarian was becoming weaker with each passing day, the obscure disease slowly eating. Darlene soon learned that there were other girls just like Tiffany.Tiffany was happy to introduce her to a lot of new friends. Darlene foundout that all these girls had a special name. But she had to be carefulbecause saying you were a lesbian needed to be kept secret. It was not agood thing to share. Even though Darlene felt good about discoveringherself, Tiffany, who was a year older and much wiser, advised her tokeep it quiet. She told her that Darlene had to be undercover and pretendto like. .ok....in this case, you want to make sure I know how to, before I teach the others?"I reply "yes, is that going to be a problem?"You look a little shocked by that, but it doesn't take you long to say, "Ok, I will do it"My cock was already erect and straining against my trousers, but on hearing you say you will do it, my cock starts throbbing in anticipation. I stand from my chair and walk around my desk, as I do your eyes are transfixed on my erection poking a tent in my trousers and the small. Mywaist is significantly smaller than my hips and bust now, and while Icouldn't claim to have an "hourglass" figure, I do have "a" figure. Infact, when I pad out my hips and butt a little, I have a "nice" figure.Which brings me back to the word bodice. The clothes I wear have beenchosen for me by E. They aren't sexy in that they would never be used toentice a man. My clothes are sort of modes, not revealing. In part,it's because I admit I don't have much to work with, but in part, it.