"No, Madame, there is no question of my staying" said Jacqui apologetically, "but I've been saving up to open a BDSM house of my own where really kink... people can come and do whatever they want to the girls. I'll be able to charge a fortune for that and it won't hurt your business at all, because you don't allow anybody to do things like that." And I suppose you intend to filch the girls from here?" asked Martha."No, Madame," said Jacqui, relieved that Martha would even allow her to discuss it,. Her auburn hair was still dark and without gray, her green eyes still flashed her love of life.And now Sam was going to make one of her fantasies come true. But which one? They had talked about several, but two she remembered sharing was that she wanted to try a threesome with his best friend, Wayne, or her oldest friend, Cynthia. Sam had seemed eager to hear about both of these fantasies. Could one of them be joining them this evening?At noon, Sam called and told Jessie he would be home around. Annoyed, I shifted my attention back to thescreen.............................................................................................."What do you say we make a bet Jake?" Sara asked."That sounds...fiiiiiiiiiiine Sara." I replied as I nearly fall over."Well then, what should we bet on?" Why don't we bet on you......you.....hahaha!!!" I have an idea." Sara grinned as she came closer. "Why don't we bet onyour ability to live as a girl?" My what? Haha you are crazy,. I tore the bra and panties off of me, thinking that my shame would leave me as soon as the garments did, but the shame, and the… what did mommy call it… the hard on stayed, and I threw myself onto my bed and cried.After a few minutes, as the scene from the living played over and over in my head, specific things began to stick out to me more and more… The feeling of mommy’s tits and nipples against my back, the glimpse of mom’s hairy privates, the way that the bra and panties actually felt….