She was over-reacting, she told herself. She was, after all, a mother, a member of the PTA and the Church Women's Auxiliary. She'd been married for 18...years and had never once felt the temptation that burned inside her now. She chewed her bottom lip, desperately searching for a way to take the edge off her needs before anyone found out.In the back of her mind, she kept remembering that tonight was "the night." In the past, it had become a chore that Harriet had come to dread, but this week she. Wait, did that divine work of pulchritude meanthat she was once a ?..?" Mark dismissed that thoughtjust as the door flung open and Lovejoy appeared.The man was incredibly vital, as you might expect froma guy who is getting all the best sissy pussy in theworld, wherever and whenever he wants it. Taller thanMark would have guessed, and good looking.That approximated the evaluation Lovejoy made of MarkJohnson.Lovejoy welcomed Mark into his huge office, then sathim in a chair at a long conference. "I wanted to tell her how pretty she was. She looked plenty freshto me in a pale yellow, sleeveless dress with a white belt andopen toed sandals to match. A single strand of pearls withmatching earrings. Just a touch of makeup. A plain whitehairband pulling her hair back from her lovely face."See the difference between you two?" Mother asked, notunpleasantly. "Naomi here is up early, and helps me makebreakfast. Then she does the washing. Not only hers mind you,but yours and mine as well, while. .....and you will call me Missor Miss Wendy, understand Daphne?" Yes Miss Wendy" she simperedShe smoothed the suit up Daphne's neck and then sealed it at the backmarveling at how the seal was almost invisible. She also realized that theskin tone was also exactly the same as Daphne's so it was hard to seewere latex ended and flesh started, there was also a mole in exactly thesame place as on Danny's, now Daphne's chest, although it was larger dueto the size of her new fake breasts....they were.