.?" Right. Sorry."I took a deep breath. I had to stop and work up the courage to go anyfarther. I had to resist the urge to turn and run, to just get ...s faraway from you as I could. Not that that would have stopped you.You were surprised to see us - to see me. You smiled. You were even moresurprised to see the device. You thought I wasn't going to pull it off."Everyone," I said, once we'd all taken seats around the table, "this isFrank." Oooh, he's cute," hummed Emma."It's a pleasure to finally. Her spaghetti strap tank top was tight, and couldn’t have reached her navel on a dare. Her makeup wasn’t as heavy as he’d expected, but well out of bounds for what he had planned for her. He said nothing as he appraised her… enjoying her growing discomfort, and wondering how long it would be until she brought herself to speak. Nearly 5 minutes passed, and her timid voice finally asked, ‘Will you still teach me, Mr. Smith?’ His eyebrow rose at her question, but he responded, ‘I see you’re here. Not in the dress he waswearing. The Dominas, the woman of the age, preferred their boys inrevealing clothing, either short skirts or dresses and gowns withtransparent sections here and there.He was in the one of the latter at the moment. He had directed the robotsto dress him that morning in a semiformal style. This meant, above thewaist, a white coverlet that supported but did not conceal his breastsBelow the waist was a long, full, tight, blue skirt of silken translucentmaterial, his panties. Robert said to me as we went in, "Do they always know how to make a grown man feel like child?" He was grinning still, and had broken the ice by making a joke. I smiled back and told him, "don't worry, it was in their genes", and we both stopped, turned at the same time, and looked at their butts as the girls stood at the sink, their jean clad rear-ends looking really good, and then they must have felt our eyes on their derrieres, because they turned and with mock severity, shooed us out,.