.. yet half-serious."Careful," Jennie cautioned me, "I just might apply for the job," she teased.Only meaning to tease her, I laughed."Gee! Maybe I sh...uld interview you." You know, Mr. Coffee for one - you interest me. Part of that interview wouldn't be taking place in the bedroom, would it?" Would you like part of the interview to take place in the bedroom?" I said, feeling suddenly brave."I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, laughing back at me in that soft sultry voice I had come to. They both held each other and tried to hang on while the rest of the changes were occurring. Once the changes were over, they were perfectly made up and completely different from the forms they originally were. Something swept over them again and they were both in the throws of touching and feeling each other.They didn't remember much else. Later that night, in an all night wall mart, a pair of ladies, dressed beautifully in 1950's style clothing came to the ladies department and bought. She's always been interested in how the brain operates, and how it could be influenced in order to make people better (she would always talk about making men act less creepy, making politicians listen to their constituents, etc). She is about 5'7, has long brown hair, and wears glasses. When I were in middle school I used to get caught staring at her supple, lovely-shaped tits a lot, which embarrassed me greatly, even now (even though I admittedly still look when I can get away with it). She. "I believe you," she said. "So I'm not going to punish you this time.But I won't be able to be so nice in the future." Thank you Nanny," I told her acting contrite.She gave me a suspicious glance but moved back to putting the chairs 5-Point harness straps around my body, it clicked with a sound louder thanI expected, making me jolt. She looked at the other straps and asked me."Are you willing to be good and eat up your nummy food? Or do I need tostrap you down like the bad girl over here." I be.