Still, I knew he respected my getting on the wagon and he did everything he could to support me in my choice of sobriety.I always kept a bottle at the...office and made a pretense of drinking booze for those around me because a lot of them were characters that didn’t quite trust a sober man. I was often seen by friends and strangers alike pulling a silver flask out of my inside pocket and taking a swig at the contents without any of them suspecting it only contained the cloying sweetness of. ?What is it, oh leader on high?? Beth said mocking Joyce’s position. She didn’t like Joyce. Grace appreciated Joyce’s success in her job as a good role model for her daughter.?I’m afraid I’ve put us in a bit of a situation.? Joyce looked around at the mothers. ?I made a bet with the coach of the other team. Losing team must provide the meat for the winning team’s celebration.? Joyce dropped her eyes, unable to make contact.There was stunned silence from the mothers and then Beth. A wig of wild black curls stuck out from the bottom ofthe mask and flowed halfway down his back. The corseting and padding wereobvious to an expert, but he'd done a fair job of using them to convert hismasculine build to a more feminine shape. He didn't seem quite as tall asElsbeth thought the "real" Catwoman should be, and he had none of hervoluptuous femininity. For that matter, most real women didn't have iteither.And when he wasn't paying attention, he walked like a man.Elsbeth reached out. Again she knew it might anger him, but it was something she just had to do. She reached for his fly. She found the zipper and tugged it open, then slid her eager little hand inside his pants. She felt a big bulge in his jockey shorts, and she cupped it and squeezed it.She felt Craig starting to draw back to scold her, so she grabbed him by the head and held him in place, cramming her tongue into his mouth while she went on stroking and squeezing his cock. Now she felt some response. His prick.