"We got in her car an headed out of town. She told me it was an easytrick for her to restore her hair. But since her body would soon bemine, why shoul... she go through the trouble of dying her hair, going tothe denist or wearing a bra outside of school. We stopped at the countynursing home. Ms. Fluke lead me to the 3rd floor, and told the nurse atthe desk I was there to see my Great Aunt Alice. The nurse told us shewas in room 341, and to try not to get my aunt excited.Ms. Fluke said, "I'll. Well, at least the first part of that was right. But then I figured, why not? I was here to do exactly that anyway, so why not try something different. That’s what I’ve been doing lately anyway. Besides, the club wouldn’t be open for an hour, and Trixie wasn’t expecting me for two. The hotel was just a few yards away, and I was becoming excited at the idea. It seemed that a lot of t- girls and CDs were ‘working’ that street, doubtless owing to the proximity to the t-girl friendly club. Anyway,. I looked over my shoulder. What would I do if Doctor Senior walked in and caught us? The two nurses would be in so much trouble. He’d think I was a sexual deviant.What if he didn’t want to treat me?“She does have a cock,” Rhea gasped, shoving her harden into the waistband of my sweatpants and grasping the girth of my clit-dick. “A thick one.”“I have to see this,” Catalina said. “She was all woman just last month when I saw her.”“That’s why I’m here,” I moaned. “It’s why you two are acting like. I recognized her. She was one of the owners—Francine Martel, the Broadway diva. She can whip my pussy anytime.All that pales beside the third of their group. Remember this name—Cynthia. You may not have seen the catalog yet, but you will. Mistress Cynthia did the cover shot. Oh. My. God. I am so jealous. This guy Jason does not know how lucky he was. Cynthia was wearing a mask and lying back, letting the other two take the lead. The submissive was clearly Hers, even though she spent most of her.