As he thought back to hisdemanding former self, he barely noticed his body slipping a light blueg-string up his legs and attaching a lacy baby blue pu...h up bra to hispert tits. Alan screamed internally. He did NOT want to be dressing up inthis over sexualised attire for the pleasure of a man he'd never met, andyet he could not help himself. Every time he thought about how wrong itwas; how his breasts would be jutting forward, how the tiny g-stringrubbed against his ass, his thoughts were. Emma loves dancing, usually to fast numbers, but she's quite happy to smooch around on the dance floor as well. Normally glued to my body though, tonight I was watching her body moulded to a complete stranger.Although I knew that I had to sit there, watch and do nothing; otherwise all my planning would have been for nothing. The thing is to catch them in the act, me going off half-cocked because I'd lost it; was going to prove nothing.Maybe I should have let one of the guys do this bit, the. Hoover. I've got some news for you about your daughter." Bertha said, barely able to hide a triumphant smile from her face."Come in," Julie said anxiously, wondering just what Bertha wanted with her."She came to me last night. Obviously I was the only friend she could trust," the older woman said as she set her purse down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.Julie looked curiously at the secretary. She'd taken care to brush her hair and fix it in an attractive French sweep. Her dress. She was a talkative female and shared her news of multiple cranes bearing the rotting fruit of dead recently hanged victims to advertise that Sharia Law was back in full bloom like the poppies that grew in all the fertile lands irrigated for bumper crops of the prime drug trade ingredient. I wondered where the Chinese females working the fields had come from and if they were temporary or permanent slaves to the system that sent the drugs down to the gateway to the Western world and runaway.